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I’ve never feared so much to something that by nature should be beautiful. It is because sometimes beauty is reminding me just where the line is drawn. By the times the flowers were born the permafrost should be there, the ice on the earth was never there. By the time they were opened no one were walking to spread the news. They flourished alone, in the wrong moment, in a world that will be consumed by the fatality of its beauty #flowers #february #blossom🌸 #climatechangeisreal


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