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The suns shining here, the clouds are softly rolling, to the winds gentle sighing, as it passes the old oak by. Oh the winds softly shushing, as it passes the old oak by.

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Written by

christian-l-bixler

26 / M

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Written by

christian-l-bixler

26 / M

Published

Oct 28, 2015

Time

1m

Notes: loss and beauty; the wearing of time.
Tags: #time #nature #beauty #wind #love-lost

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