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Still winter

I never knew how much rage the sight of snow could provoke. I mean, it’s so pretty and white, fluffy and falling like tiny ice cream from the sky. Except, I’m so incredibly tired of seeing it. It feels sometimes that all I remember is endless landscapes of white, and winter-blue skies Where has the…
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Waiting for spring

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The best day ever

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Life Education

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Gold medal finish

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The job

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Nighttime musings




