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Jul 2022
A divine painting in Earths frame
Morning dew, no one knows what story lies behind today.
Mountains afar waiting for warmth of the day.
Trees in all kinds of green standing still waiting for a breeze to let the music in.
Rustling leaves whispering messages from deeds of mankind.
Happiness, sadness, good luck or bad .
For all of us the same.


Shell ✨🐚
Solange Loe-Sack-Sioe
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