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During a travel in Shangri La , the floating love in sunrays and choirs of birds opened my eyes. And I found myself lying on mat on terrace with a handsome smiling man reflecting in sun. While rolling mat , an invisible breezy naughty kid played with my messy hair and tickled and whistled in my ears. Seeing this , the aunt flowers smiled and swayed in euphoria. Closing the kid behind my terrace's door just before my way to downstairs, I sighed in relief. And the kid went very far and higher and higher... Capturing this moment , I poured it down into my diary.
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Aug 4, 2020
Aug 4, 2020 at 6:26 AM UTC
A Moment Poured into my Diary
During a travel in Shangri La , the floating love in sunrays and choirs of birds opened my eyes. And I found myself lying on mat on terrace with a handsome smiling man reflecting in sun. While rolling mat , an invisible breezy naughty kid played with my messy hair and tickled and whistled in my ears. Seeing this , the aunt flowers smiled and swayed in euphoria. Closing the kid behind my terrace's door just before my way to downstairs, I sighed in relief. And the kid went very far and higher and higher... Capturing this moment , I poured it down into my diary.
spriha-kant
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Aug 4, 2020
Aug 4, 2020 at 6:26 AM UTC
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