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November 13, 2016

  • shivanilondhe
  • Nov 12, 2016
  • 1 min read

I took a stroll in my grandmothers garden, and you realize the beauty of the smallest things. Flowers are so mysterious . They bloom for one day and try to grab as much attention as they can, and the next day they are gone and never comes back. Just for that moment.


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