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A grey dress with sweet dainty puckered sleeves and a special nook clothes and surrounds dreamy fancies and flights of imagination. Memories from here and there creep in, forming the pen in her head.
When time slows down, she writes.
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- The world goes silent for a while as blood rushes ...
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- 当忧思穴被激发时-忽然间有点思恋朋友。最近，我可算是非常，非常有福气，实在，实在的幸运。爱讲话的我，...
- this soft-footed malady-What is this foreign pain ...
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- I pretty much don't trust myself anymore.They say ...
- Are you fast or am I slow?A simple statement overh...
- The wind whistles.I have not felt this good for a ...
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- It's late at night. The stars are hidden by the cl...
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