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 The autumn is a special, inexpressible smell: the fallen-down foliage, constant rains, the gray sky, the mushrooms, the burned grass on fields... Such fresh and pure. The autumn comes and you can't inhale, incorporate them in any way... The autumn is a state of mind.... Enjoy every moment!:sun: 
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  Tenderness, so divinely light ... This is the rustle of dreams and stars falling ... It is the wind spreads the clouds, in the fragile world of illusion and mystery ... Friday Gentle you, my friends!:heart:
 Tenderness, so divinely light ... This is the rustle of dreams and stars falling ... It is the wind spreads the clouds, in the fragile world of illusion and mystery ... Friday Gentle you, my friends!:heart: 
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  Original miracles not the noisy. And the most important events are very simple. Take pleasure in the last days leaving summer in full..... Rejoice lives and be happy!:sun:
 Original miracles not the noisy. And the most important events are very simple. Take pleasure in the last days leaving summer in full..... Rejoice lives and be happy!:sun: 
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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