Raunui (or Leaves Fall)
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Ultima pubblicazione ven, apr 18, 2014
Seven years since her home town was destroyed, Raunui still remembers those terrible moments clearly. She pours her emotion out onto a scrappy notebook, sitting under a tree on a hill; looking down on the ruins of her city that she once cherished.
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