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Trips to fairyland, bike rides to the moon, explorations of the woods, time to weave stories, words into poems and music. The keyboard of the piano invites our fingers to dance and fly toward our dreams. Time to grow flowers and food, to let our smiles bite juicy fruits under bright skies, curious scents rolling around us. Mother Nature enlightens the garden.
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Jul 3, 2018
Jul 3, 2018 at 2:45 PM UTC
Summer Days
Trips to fairyland, bike rides to the moon, explorations of the woods, time to weave stories, words into poems and music. The keyboard of the piano invites our fingers to dance and fly toward our dreams. Time to grow flowers and food, to let our smiles bite juicy fruits under bright skies, curious scents rolling around us. Mother Nature enlightens the garden.
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Jul 3, 2018
Jul 3, 2018 at 2:45 PM UTC
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