Sunday 10 November 2019

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The wind blow againstest my face as cool as ice, it felt like I've been lost in the woods for years. All I wanted was to go home and
 get in my nice warm bed, as I walked i felt a imprela under my feet, slowey, I bent over. 

With a simple push of the tiny shiny button the umbrella popped opened and the most wondrous things fell out.

Amazed by the sight, my mouth dropped open. The smell of fresh flowers drifted through the air, A fluffy little cloud camley  made it way down. It pointed to the left as do it wanted me to come with it. Full of confusion I didn't move. But maybe it new back to my home, I decided to follow it.

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