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her favourite colours change with the seasons. in spring it’s green, brilliant grass green, like the leaves on roses and the moss growin...
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“c ount it all joy, my brothers, when you meet trials of various kinds, for you know that the testing of your faith produces steadfastness. ... -
sometimes i miss the child i used to be. yes, i was alone and yes, i was naïve, but i didn’t care. i didn’t care what others thought, wh...
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