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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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