When

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When the languid wind caresses the trees tenderly, swirling, flowing, unhurried...

When the gilded sun sparkles on the water brightly, warming, beaming, lambent...

When the soft rain spills from cloud to earth quietly, renewing, nurturing, fresh...

In those diminutive moments drawn from the turbid flow of time, chaotic...

That's when you remember...

I love you.

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