Every time the Karnataka in the school yard turned the red flowers bloom is signalled on the summer. Great blue sky vợi. He was the Sun radiates the brilliant yellow color all over the tree tops, summer city. Plants not true flowers, hearts. Birds chirping on the canopy. The ve rang the song busy half-welcome in the summer. Stuffy atmosphere. The rain shadow clouds like jokes with people. Breezes gently blowing through what must have been sweltering sunshine off of summertime. Across the way, the busiest commuter vehicles. I really love summer. It's interesting how when summer's over.
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