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Since you went away the days grow long / And soon I'll hear old winter song / But I miss you most of all, my darling / When the autumn leaves start to fall
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the feminine side
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searching for color orange (or yellow)
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I really missed your tenderness & care
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#nyc can be fast paced & stressful . . . and then you get this #morningview & #light & just go “wow” what a day !!! 11.24.21 ♥️
Tatyana_v_727_:
love me in return
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weekend off ♥️
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how beautiful you are
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Give me juicy #autumnalfruit, ripe and red from the orchard."[Give me the splendid #silent #sun]#WaltWhitman
Tatyana_v_727_:
Give me juicy autumnal fruit, ripe and red from the orchard." [Give me the splendid silent sun] Walt Whitman
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While I cannot understand it or argue it out I fully believe in a clue and purpose in Nature, entire and several; and that invisible spiritual results, just as real and definite as the visible, eventuate all concrete life and all materialism through Time
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November . . . How sweet the silent backward tracings! / The wanderings as in dreams - the meditation of old times resumed - / their loves, joys, persons, voyages - Walt Whitman
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And yet not you alone
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A backward glance o’er travel’d roads
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Last Monday of November
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postscriptum
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life
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fate or random
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never too late ♥️
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Thank you November for being so beautiful ♥️
Tatyana_v_727_:
«wait, wait, wait . . . before you go away . . . i have to tell you something»