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“Some days, I enjoy simply sitting outside on the green grass of this golden fairy garden of mine, under the tender sun, as I listen to the car radio playing indie songs in the background, and see the wind slowly stripping down the trees – I swear I could stay in moments like these for a lifetime, I could lay under the winter sun with nothing but sheer peace inside my heart – a peace I have craved for a long time.”

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Book:The Beauty of Every Day
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