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Gazing through the window at generations of flowers in the garden of her long-departed youth. The pendulum of time passes in consonance with the rocking of her chair until she smiles her last breath. ©
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Sep 21, 2019
Sep 21, 2019 at 11:58 AM UTC
Thine Old House
Gazing through the window at generations of flowers in the garden of her long-departed youth. The pendulum of time passes in consonance with the rocking of her chair until she smiles her last breath. ©
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Bkc2u71
48/M/Canada
Sep 21, 2019
Sep 21, 2019 at 11:58 AM UTC
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