Hello all friends
in a small garden corner that is rarely touched, two pink roses are completely broken. Morning sunlight is not too strong, only limited to a soft blanket that wakes up petals after lids warmly. Dew is still attached to the tip of the leaf, shiny like a jewel, while the wind sneaks slowly, conveying the morning whisper to the awake Bungabunga.
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