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the sunflowers had withered gracious had they once stood, competing with the golden hues of the sun, there exuding radiance had been a delight to gaze upon; now left to be fetched when morning came.
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Oct 14, 2020
Oct 14, 2020 at 7:44 AM UTC
nobody saw them again
the sunflowers had withered gracious had they once stood, competing with the golden hues of the sun, there exuding radiance had been a delight to gaze upon; now left to be fetched when morning came.
withered sunflowers no longer competing with the golden sun
JacMug
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Oct 14, 2020
Oct 14, 2020 at 7:44 AM UTC
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