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We were in the same place again. A open field with flowers, and one single cherry blossom tree, were we sat for hours. Where you just looked so beautiful when the sun rays sneaked its ways through the blossom trees.

I couldn't help but stare instead of drawing you on a piece of paper, you just looked so much better in real life then inked with pencil on a paper that cane easily be teared.

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