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Mar 20
While winter is going to sleep
Spring is awakening
I hear the birds in early morning green,
Soft melody of wind
caressing early blue of sky
to poke lazy sun to open eyes
and shine on all of pastel fragrance bloom.
It’s the time for new beginnings.
Let’s love.

Shell ✨🐚
We must believe that, like the changing seasons,
there is always a chance for a change.
To make wrongs right.
Through love…
Solange Loe-Sack-Sioe
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