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Erato

The sky is white, The air is wet, Freesias quiver. Mechanical sounds on all sides, Come up the valleys and shallows, Drowning ┬áchirps and happy notes Thrown in the air like streamers. The pepper tree catches a breeze and waves, … Continue reading

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