Life Not Perfect Any More Comments

those days of childhood were perfect!
lived in a quaint little house, cradled among an exquisitely colourful landscape, where the breeze carried a tranquil lemon scent, and cooing birds serenade to a strangely mythical land.
a delightful swing - swinging away innumerable times…evoked passionate emotions of love and tenderness,
lots of playful frolic and exuberant laughter,
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