zaireeka
21 may 20
DeRank ™: 9,91
Evening, late summer, the last rays of the sun, on the roadside dandelions, he picks one and blows it into the air, just like he used to, the wind scatters them in an instant, autumn is approaching, a nostalgic song chokes in his throat Lambchop - Autumn's Vicar
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right now