by Ai Dalle
The wind blows the drone away from me so the conversation began and suddenly it all stopped because indeed the wind has blown something in the Autumn and brought a new crop to the thoughts lovely thoughts free thoughts liberated when they open always some kind of black-gray clouds blow them away but this time they have opened so wide so deep like a river in the infinity of goodwill sow crops for the health and love of the man who loves life from now on He will take care better for His and Her Health
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