the end there ... storm blocked roads, villages cut off ... and have not gone as strong ... despite that, and so far, there have been fewer in recent disasters rain, where a quarter (plain bonito) almost disappeared ...
winter
face the winter but the leaves are lost
pick the flower has thorns but
follow the path but
dust is finally, heal wounds or become a collector of broken dreams .. .
??
but the sky, even as black is our sky is ours, and I have an ambitious plan, is to survive.
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