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2023.11.30

Time to plant my next seed for harvest.

One that is provided with fertile soil

That reaps the benefits that will last forever.

In my own terms, that is my garden with love.

The flowers have grown within this coldness and will remain untouched as I let what has withered die and be removed from my pure goodness, for the anew has begun.

 
 
 

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