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Nov 2018
The scent of damp soil, mother earth's joy evident.
The sway of the trees, dancing to the tune of every raindrop.
The wind's roars, gushing past ecstatically.


The smile on my face, acknowledging the art.
Rain is my favorite weather...
Dream
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Dream  22/F/SA
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