Finally after 19 years of my existence I’m understanding the zest of a land. How badly it craves for the rain to wet it and wash away all the warmth. Your delight does the same to me. I feel thirsty. I’m waiting for you to meet me!
Rains!
Finally after 19 years of my existence I’m understanding the zest of a land. How badly it craves for the rain to wet it and wash away all the warmth. Your delight does the same to me. I feel thirsty. I’m waiting for you to meet me!
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