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‘Let me see what my stars tell me.’ After a while, you entered the classroom. There was no breeze of air. No violins playing. No flying leaves. Just you. ‘Sheer beauty.’ I said in a low tone.
‘Let me see what my stars tell me.’ After a while, you entered the classroom. There was no breeze of air. No violins playing. No flying leaves. Just you. ‘Sheer beauty.’ I said in a low tone.
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