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Sometimes itβs gentle, sometimes itβs a hurricane πͺοΈ I love the aroma of fresh flowers, warm drinks, deep looks and roses to the morning β I can drink it with the first smile π My world has a lot of color, rhythm, freedom and a bit of magic β¨ If you are looking not for banality, but for magic - I promise. Itβs possible that Iβll think Iβm in love with your story.π.
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