…when a lonely tree asks for your hand to hold it for a minute, and the sky turns to you, smiling, you ask for nothing more than the warm breeze kissing your cheeks for now, and then forever.
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…when a lonely tree asks for your hand to hold it for a minute, and the sky turns to you, smiling, you ask for nothing more than the warm breeze kissing your cheeks for now, and then forever.