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Dec 2018
From the shivering trees of winter,
to sunlight's brew,
the world is magical to me and possibly, you.

You hear the birds song and the crickets noises,
creating a symphony of spells,
contrasted to the gunshots of humans who just echo until they ****.
Jessica
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