#mood
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I saw a heap of bricks in my backyard, entangled in vastly grown ferns. They were not in condition of use, some were broken, worn out. They lost value and importance, they would never come in use and in some moment of time their existence would be erased. But the process of making of the…
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We weren’t higher than the stars Never near to infinity, There we stood tainted to our hearts Much alive in bleak valley, Faith sank in shallow ocean Lies sprung in shape of fern.
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The wind sings harmony of October. We light up candles, the sun runs to west. A spicy fragrance infilters our dull senses. Cookies and coffee on table, what more we need is books.