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The other shore in winter

author:Craftsman 239

Standing on the other side of the empty winter day, with the plum fragrance of the next life, light ink to brush, draw half a page of skinny and bony past events, with the cold of the crabapple, staining the vicissitudes of the old times. The time of aging is like a messy line of poetry, and the words are full of sadness. Winter, originally cold, vast, noisy and full of life's tired wounds.

The other shore in winter
The other shore in winter
The other shore in winter
The other shore in winter
The other shore in winter
The other shore in winter
The other shore in winter
The other shore in winter
The other shore in winter

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