Some wind in life. Some scenes, always in the years, playing the story of the faraway, some deciduous. Floating branches, flying in the wind, such a season, such memories. I do not know how long I can show in the years, but I know that the road we have taken will leave some surprises that we could not have anticipated. Life is so. The years have followed, through the sea of time. Borrow day silent silence, drifting with their own horizon.
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