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the soft rustle of the wind blowing the leaves gently forming a pile soon, once again. blades of grass swaying with rhythm of nature. four walls, my friend these days white hospital beds, a cold place. longing to feel the touch of the w i n d.
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Apr 11, 2020
Apr 11, 2020 at 1:29 PM UTC
these days.
the soft rustle of the wind blowing the leaves gently forming a pile soon, once again. blades of grass swaying with rhythm of nature. four walls, my friend these days white hospital beds, a cold place. longing to feel the touch of the w i n d.
#days#life#thoughts
messydreamer
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messydreamer
25/F/singapore
Apr 11, 2020
Apr 11, 2020 at 1:29 PM UTC
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