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so I thought it was cold last week but actually it was'nt as cold as lately

Yikes my fingers are facing a new atrophy, they want to be revitalized with the warmth of the summer sand and the softness of the supple cashmere throw. they dance not so joyfully my fingers that is, in the limelight of what's to come. they are searching for remnant warmth frolicking in the air. they are searching nearly in vain.

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