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Mar 2016
It was one of those beautiful days of august.
We lay in the meadow with flowers in our hair.
It smelled of spring, although it was summer.
The world around us was peaceful, just for one day.
Nothing to be afraid of. Nothing to worry about.
We laughed and sang.

It was one of those beautiful days in august, before autumn came.
Sarah
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Sarah  Germany
(Germany)   
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