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I’m sorting my memories like precious grains. Each one resonates in me: we were fooling around like children, pushing each other into the snow, I threw your hat into a snowdrift… Then spring arrived and brought its mind-blowing fragrances, our first kiss, the touch of your hand, your timid voice and warm breathing near my ear. I remember us lying down and watching the stars, seeing the first falling star and hearing your first confession… I cherish each of them in my mind.
I’m sorting my memories like precious grains. Each one resonates in me: we were fooling around like children, pushing each other into the snow, I threw your hat into a snowdrift… Then spring arrived and brought its mind-blowing fragrances, our first kiss, the touch of your hand, your timid voice and warm breathing near my ear. I remember us lying down and watching the stars, seeing the first falling star and hearing your first confession… I cherish each of them in my mind.
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