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From cherry blossom pink to vivid greens, a season turns;  *This, is not the first           confetti covered path we've trodden*. With all our senses [not just the five] look towards those brighter, clear blue skies, my love. Watch & wait.
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Apr 25, 2022
Apr 25, 2022 at 5:25 PM UTC
When free birds fly... (20:4) x2
From cherry blossom pink to vivid greens, a season turns;  *This, is not the first           confetti covered path we've trodden*. With all our senses [not just the five] look towards those brighter, clear blue skies, my love. Watch & wait.
When all other words fall short... There is always poetry x
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Apr 25, 2022
Apr 25, 2022 at 5:25 PM UTC
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