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Monday, 15 September 2014

Moleskine Pages- A Place Of Sadness

Everyone woke up when the flowers started growing. The fear was they would never stop. Fish and fowl picked up human speech patterns that they etched on every flat surface nearby. It remained a place of sadness.
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