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Dec 2017
Within the isolating winds of winter the gardener somehow manages to uproot the flowers. There's a garden now, so massive with life blossoming from each corner. While I am merely a little ant on an endeavor through the exquisite environment, you are the garden in which I roam. The insides of you are beautiful.
Mos
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Mos  Iowa
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