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β§π πhere i felt the great artist seep through my veins. . . Monet, Chanel, Hemingway. . . flaku Croissanst topped with melting chocolate and pastel colored Macarons delighted by tastedbuds. . . pink blossoms β‘ on November gardens filled my nistrils with sweet, floral promises and the laughter of children in the garden was the happiest sound I've ever heard
β§π πhere i felt the great artist seep through my veins. . . Monet, Chanel, Hemingway. . . flaku Croissanst topped with melting chocolate and pastel colored Macarons delighted by tastedbuds. . . pink blossoms β‘ on November gardens filled my nistrils with sweet, floral promises and the laughter of children in the garden was the happiest sound I've ever heard