@sylviachapman
Strolling on the path in the park, the breeze brushes against my cheeks, bringing bursts of the fragrance of flowers. The leaves rustle, as if telling the story of the season. I quietly capture these gentle moments and turn them into sweet memories, which I will slowly reminisce about in the days to come to withstand the fatigue of life.
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