Jul 2020
The tree outside my window
The squirrel that runs amock
The fallen dry leaves
I am not alone
The sun hiding in clouds
The wind that blows in evening
The butterfly that comes often
I am not alone
The squirrel that runs amock
The fallen dry leaves
I am not alone
The sun hiding in clouds
The wind that blows in evening
The butterfly that comes often
I am not alone
(38/F/United States)
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