As the winter blows her Bellow wind
and the whole street filled with snow-white balls. Then you came calling at me from the deepest part of the ocean tides. Indeed nature is beautiful, like a tapestry on the wall.
No one could hear your calls, except those that truly appreciate your awesomeness in its highest tranquility. Deep calleth deep from the innermost core of the soul even in the period of solstice.
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