Time is dynamic, and never remains the same..exactly the way a garden does not ever remain blooming .. Different flowers, varieties of fragrance, blossoming and refulgent or pale withered stooping flowers with numerous mix of shades of seven colors of the spectrum are continuing their traveling from autumn to spring since time immemorial. A peculiar rhythm and timbre appear to be present in the existence of a garden ... Quite possibly in its absence,...
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