{~{As you sit beneath the Weeping willow the wind shifts the tree. . . .It creaks as if it cries and longs for the young boy who used to scale its branches and make crowns from is flowers. You cant stop the tears from rolling down your face as you stare into the lake. . wishing this was a dream}~}
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2Strawberrixxx
27/12/2024
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28/12/2024