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Jan 2019
A gentle breeze rustled the last remaining leaves off the trees. Naked, twisted branches stretched across the blue lit sky; the sun propelled itself through the thick cirrus clouds. The lacy waves crashed the shore like a drumbeat that echoes my heart, the soft breeze blows the tension right out of my body, making me forget everything in this world except the present.
Written by
srax  17/F/Singapore
(17/F/Singapore)   
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   ---, sky-blue and Peeth
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