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The Sun beams down blessing the white curtains with a holy sort of light, delicate undulant pristine waves of silk, frame the green leaves that peek out, gentle and humble, yet commanding the eye to gaze upon them, aware of their beauty, manage to give vanity allurement.
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Dec 1, 2021
Dec 1, 2021 at 12:24 PM UTC
Nature is Vain
The Sun beams down blessing the white curtains with a holy sort of light, delicate undulant pristine waves of silk, frame the green leaves that peek out, gentle and humble, yet commanding the eye to gaze upon them, aware of their beauty, manage to give vanity allurement.
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Dec 1, 2021
Dec 1, 2021 at 12:24 PM UTC
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