Can a book of stories only contain one person and herself? Can something big kept in a box of mind? Can people see what's hidden? Can we get things by nothing? Can we just live a life without craving something? Without money, whithout fame, without position
Rain on the beginning of November I am a farmer of dying garden Unexpected and sudden visit Whilst of rainbow, can you stay for a little while? Would there be another surprise? of nothing but some words of colors, better than thousands of gifts is a hope of dreams you never realized share
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