These summer days are so very similar to each other, floating away like the non-existent clouds in the cloudless summer sky. I am reading, and reading, and reading. But what do I write about?
These summer days are so very similar to each other, floating away like the non-existent clouds in the cloudless summer sky. I am reading, and reading, and reading. But what do I write about?
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