my hometown is a poor village, but full of peace and comfort. Cold air, wind, my shake. Both villages neighbors seem to be in the sea mist Thinketh Bong soon. To the East, the Sun round the bunker, xoe pink looks very around the small house as paddy, beans, corn. true peace, when the smell the fragrance of rice crops.
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