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Feb 2017
When the wind blow soft and smoothly,
I can hear the trees whisper,
I can see their leaves shuffling around on the ground, coming towards me, as if their trying to warn me about something.
I hate it when the wind blows, especially when it blows a little too hard
AaliyahGisele
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AaliyahGisele  20/F/Tuskegee
(20/F/Tuskegee)   
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