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The frosty morning caresses the summer-kissed lake while the fish dance below the waves. The harvest's breeze tickles the fingers of the Oak. How beautiful, the romantic gestures of an autumn morning.
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Sep 27, 2016
Sep 27, 2016 at 7:08 PM UTC
09/27/16
The frosty morning caresses the summer-kissed lake while the fish dance below the waves. The harvest's breeze tickles the fingers of the Oak. How beautiful, the romantic gestures of an autumn morning.
morgan-moffitt
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26/F/American
Sep 27, 2016
Sep 27, 2016 at 7:08 PM UTC
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