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THE cypress trees there translate season into color. A line of boulevards for guests like me: a hungry one. I may know what it is they plan. Splash and swish. Sweet. Ripples and breezy. Lyrical. After the song I used to remembered and always wanted to hear. I may know what it is whispered the water to the wind.
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Jul 25, 2017
Jul 25, 2017 at 7:07 AM UTC
At Tenway Garden
THE cypress trees there translate season into color. A line of boulevards for guests like me: a hungry one. I may know what it is they plan. Splash and swish. Sweet. Ripples and breezy. Lyrical. After the song I used to remembered and always wanted to hear. I may know what it is whispered the water to the wind.
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49/M/Jakarta
Jul 25, 2017
Jul 25, 2017 at 7:07 AM UTC
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