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it is clear like a running spring water, knowing that start and end does not matter, mingling with the stones beneath, welcoming the sun from the above, making a perfect scene for a white dove, to fly in and away, spreading the love,
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Sep 15, 2014
Sep 15, 2014 at 9:15 PM UTC
The love of nature
it is clear like a running spring water, knowing that start and end does not matter, mingling with the stones beneath, welcoming the sun from the above, making a perfect scene for a white dove, to fly in and away, spreading the love,
hamlet-sarokhanian
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Sep 15, 2014
Sep 15, 2014 at 9:15 PM UTC
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