I feel the deja vu.
The mysterious cascades
give the amnesty to thorns
Were you ready to ambush the
bete-noire? We don’t know how to
celebrate the colossus Himalaya .
The god doesn't want
to inhale the ether and kill the
bushmaster. Venom turns milk.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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