A sunny morning in the village of adayapur.It was great without nasty rain, would spoil the day.children playing but what I should do? In this beautiful sunny morning.May there will no sunny rising morning like this.The dew of shining without any fear.The skies are blue.I felt a happy face for me, flowers and trees gained by the precious sunlight.Water sprinkling but what I should do?
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