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Listening to the music made by the trees Leaves rustling and the small of fresh water as the clouds cry for each other I begin to wonder why I waste my time thinking about my past

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Starslight

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Nov 1, 2016

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Notes: 11/1/16
I'll be posting more often. Sorry I haven't been posting lately.
Tags: #fall #nostalgia

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