ৎ୭ From the loch into whereabouts were unknown plantations replenishing it, just with concoctions of the pulchritudinous melange of contentment, forbye as jubilation. The flapping of the wings of the black swan does not affect the puddle of the beautiful lake. The water that flows so clear absorbs into the ground, grows and fertilizes some beautiful flowers. Of the several stalks there, some of them are the favorite flowers of the fairies that live hiding in there. A holder of the most fragrant perfume was there, the sweet lady with a sweet smile stayed and pulled over between the lush flowers and the fresh lake water.
Around her grew several beauteous blossom that were blooming, her gaze pierced forward, wondering in a frantic mind with a thousand questions that were difficult to digest. Her gaze turned to the sky looking up at the vivid blue clouds, Demanding to take her mind far away soaring to infinite places. About how she is trapped in a puddle that has no edges, a puddle that manifests into a rotten thought about how she is afraid of small things. Then she will continue to be there, in a place that makes her feel like she is in between the fierceness of reality, Strangling her in the fragrant loneliness among the thorny fake flowers.
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Around her grew several beauteous blossom that were blooming, her gaze pierced forward, wondering in a frantic mind with a thousand questions that were difficult to digest. Her gaze turned to the sky looking up at the vivid blue clouds, Demanding to take her mind far away soaring to infinite places. About how she is trapped in a puddle that has no edges, a puddle that manifests into a rotten thought about how she is afraid of small things. Then she will continue to be there, in a place that makes her feel like she is in between the fierceness of reality, Strangling her in the fragrant loneliness among the thorny fake flowers.
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