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... he felt at that moment. At his level, just a random spark of inspiration would be sufficient for him to create a lot of content.
“Blooming flowers of Spring, winds of Autumn, and sunsets of Winter.
“The depressed teenager that I was thought so ignorantly.
“The windmill spins every day in its own melodic cycle of seasons.
“I grew along with the poems of fluttering flowers and snow.
“The story of time carried along a flowing stream changes a person.
“During our ...
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