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The buffalo is wading deeply into the mud. Ripe is the rice. And white. There’s almost no wind. Sun in circles. Rice is the door, quietly is rustling at ajaring...

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bozhidar-pangelov

Bulgarian

For You?

Written by

bozhidar-pangelov

Bulgarian

Published: Jun 1, 2015
LinesWords: 1030

Tags: #love

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