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Sep 2023
I was looking forward to your next visit, but what you said to me as you departed ruined my anticipation. By being silent for a short while, I believe you could have spared both my excitement for your next trip and my only source of drive to carry on living.
Written by
Eshwara Prasad
94
   Weeping willow
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