| Start of autumn...sunshine morn...we are alive with inner vibrations of expectancies...with each ending, a new beginning...sugar painted colour sweeping through the hardwood forests...preparing for naked sleep... | |
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| Start of autumn...sunshine morn...we are alive with inner vibrations of expectancies...with each ending, a new beginning...sugar painted colour sweeping through the hardwood forests...preparing for naked sleep... | |
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