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the roses that are daring to open but they do despite the fatigue and burnout are able to filter through their petals a wonderful light. That 
home lost in my memories lost all the coals are hot but still able to stoke the fire in the black chimney. PS: The pictures are made of pure "hair" is not any retouching. I think they are as beautiful as my life even though it is autumn and I for the winter of my life.
Today my life is beautiful.
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