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The sun rises above the white mountain-tops penetrating air crystals wondering the beauty. When the ice melts it flows down the heart as the snow breathes its ceasing stay in visit. You wonder where are the melted hearts you dig down the snow collecting faded flowers. Flowers of ice, flowers of lost illusions and misery flowers of love and hope you stitch them all in one.
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Sep 20, 2020
Sep 20, 2020 at 9:29 AM UTC
Stitched World
The sun rises above the white mountain-tops penetrating air crystals wondering the beauty. When the ice melts it flows down the heart as the snow breathes its ceasing stay in visit. You wonder where are the melted hearts you dig down the snow collecting faded flowers. Flowers of ice, flowers of lost illusions and misery flowers of love and hope you stitch them all in one.
kerli-tulva
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Sep 20, 2020
Sep 20, 2020 at 9:29 AM UTC
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