sparkles everywhere. the grass, the trees, the sun. that's where I met her, an old lady carrying the weight of her ages. telling me the stories of days, she will never forget. telling me the stories of days, when she lived as a child on a farm somewhere. that's where I met her, an old lady carrying the weight of her ages. telling me the stories of days, she will never forget. telling me the stories of days. but hitler was a bastard. of sunny days like these, when she played hide and seek in the shelter beneath the house.
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