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ON A SOFT MOSS SHEET...
...She gasps awakened by a flirtatious sunbeam. Is she awake for real? The dizzy reality with scented gardens and sinfully sweet fruit looks like the dream she just had. At this point, she doesn’t care anymore. This reality or another - she is absorbing all the pleasures given to her. Because you never know if you’re here to stay or if this is the only chance to bite this fruit.
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