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A lone traveler, on my way, I love to catch the hues of the sunset. Most often, my journey begins here. The hope for a stellar end;. Warm quilts and flowers,. Carols, cakes, and surprises,. The trees are stripped bare. I need to choose my flaws well. On some days, when you rise in the morn,. And the sun is gleaming strong,. Having had her cup of chamomile tea after a yoga session,. May be, you are blind,.

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