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Summer nights were meant to be warm. Whimsical dusk bearing colours which could have scholars arguing. Is it Orange? Red?
This was not one of those Summer nights.
Infact; its winter
Summer nights were meant to be warm. Whimsical dusk bearing colours which could have scholars arguing. Is it Orange? Red?
This was not one of those Summer nights.
Infact; its winter
Woke up stepping on a snail. It was raining outside. Ever since then nothing really made sense. Besides the fact that it was raining
The first thing I knew was darkness. Beep... Beep... Beep . That was the first sound I heard... "And the only way to do Great work, is to Love what you do"... Those we're the first words I heard. Al