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Jan 2019
Where can I wander

Amid the pine trees

Never worrying about the time

Dreaming of wild flower fields

Enjoying the sounds of birds

Reminiscing fond memories

Laughing till my sides hurt

Unfazed by the passing time

Stargazing and trading secrets

Till my skin becomes wrinkled?
Is there such a place ?
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Dont talk to strangers  26/F/Canada
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