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Jan 2016
The pond of blooming lotus was waiting for someone to cherish there beauty.  There we were as the shinning city we cherish beneight the credent  moon. Such perfect moment seamed as if a message was being delivered to us as we walked. We drifted away in beautiful wavy lights. We were in a moment where nothing existed except you and I.
Lost love
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Lost love  Los Angeles
(Los Angeles)   
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