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happy dec

Sunday morning rain is falling. Marking the coming of the last month in the year. The scent of the wet ground, the sprinkles of the fresh downpour on the glassy window, the coolness of the morning breeze, all wet, all fresh. December is coming and the nature parties. This is the time for all the wandering hearts to fly back home, including mine. I am looking forward to being there, where the beautiful familiar faces is all I see, where the sweet embracing smiles is all I know.

Hold on a sec, I’m getting all done, and I’m getting home in no time.

Happy December, everyone.

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