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Aug 2018
eventually flowers wither and becomes ugly
sooner or later stories ends

like our downfall was inevitable
love and affection disappears
learning new words:)
yellow-thoughts
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yellow-thoughts  23/F/Forest
(23/F/Forest)   
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     Alison and Edmund black
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