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The closing of a book does not end its tale. Yet, happy endings are not too elusive. To take leave under the sun, in patches of soft grass, surrounded by gardens' aroma; to lie at rest in shreds cut from the teeth of reality and still sense the smell of content.
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Mar 9, 2015
Mar 9, 2015 at 2:50 PM UTC
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The closing of a book does not end its tale. Yet, happy endings are not too elusive. To take leave under the sun, in patches of soft grass, surrounded by gardens' aroma; to lie at rest in shreds cut from the teeth of reality and still sense the smell of content.
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Mar 9, 2015
Mar 9, 2015 at 2:50 PM UTC
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