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Autumn was back on time whispering shades of absences suggesting tales of promises... At the horizon, the moon:
fresh of first dates warm of goodbyes mourned at the equinox scalded the wheels of destiny
She found me awake and smiled secret reflections of african sunrise... ...for a better view of this page try closing the message box at the right...
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