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[ujoya51]

It's a vintage year in the vineyard.
perhaps we should run out in the hilly meadow blanketed in blooming sunflowers
We can quaff wine until we don't have to think, all we do is savor the time.

let's pretend we're in Madagascar, shall we?

I wish Intelligent Prose was in edible form, I'd guzzle it like fine Chocolate.

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[frozen_in_time1]

ahhh where have you beeeeeeeeen all my life??