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whose memory lies deep in my heart, transparencies and uncertainties entwined just like the full moon on a July evening. The moment we shared strolling along an autumnal path inspired me these inarticulate notes as stammering as these summer memories fading leaves swirling down one by one, escorting our steps. (Anna) |
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