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The water cycle
She could feel the heavy blocks of ice melting under her skin, They would climb out of her body to fly away like clouds that the wind woul...
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Wednesday, March 25, 2015
Minutes...
No I don't.
Shall we?
What if?
But...
Please...
Sometimes
I'd like
Would you?
I think the sparrow once came to say yes.
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