CIRCLE 55 / WIND
Sep 9, 2018 · 1 min read
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The wind caresses my face,
As the sun rays become bearable.
The sound of the rustling leaves makes me smile in the sun.
On Sundays.
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The wind caresses my face,
As the sun rays become bearable.
The sound of the rustling leaves makes me smile in the sun.
On Sundays.
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