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When my father was walking among the olive trees that he planted with his hands, he thought to me that his steps were other creatures, the first half of which were herbs and plants, and the second half were clouds and rain.Thus the day turned into a swarm of butterflies, flying around the lanterns of the setting sun.
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How lovely is that!
Thank you Dear
You guys has a big land to norture.
Yes, it is my father's land, he is tired of it