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The green grass starts to sprout, the first living beings come out, the rains gently drop and signs of a new beginning become veins in the once sculpt and dry rivers.
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Nov 29, 2020
Nov 29, 2020 at 3:51 AM UTC
Spring
The green grass starts to sprout, the first living beings come out, the rains gently drop and signs of a new beginning become veins in the once sculpt and dry rivers.
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18/M/Namibia
Nov 29, 2020
Nov 29, 2020 at 3:51 AM UTC
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