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A young princess stoops, plucking a dandelion from the earth. She smiles, twirling it between her fingers, soon bringing the dandelion close to her lips. Her message, she whispers to the tiny seeds. Softly as can be she blows on the dandelion, sending the cotton-white fluff soaring into the cool breeze, carrying her words, spreading her love down on the citizens in her kingdom.
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Oct 30, 2014
Oct 30, 2014 at 2:40 PM UTC
Dandelion Love
A young princess stoops, plucking a dandelion from the earth. She smiles, twirling it between her fingers, soon bringing the dandelion close to her lips. Her message, she whispers to the tiny seeds. Softly as can be she blows on the dandelion, sending the cotton-white fluff soaring into the cool breeze, carrying her words, spreading her love down on the citizens in her kingdom.
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Oct 30, 2014
Oct 30, 2014 at 2:40 PM UTC
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