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Marine atmosphere. Where it 's always summer
A palm tree hangs in the sea, where a yacht is sailing
There, beyond the mists, where there is no place for longing
The clearing where the poppies are
Not in the subject , my passport is over
My mom loves winter madly
Walking through a birch grove with my husband
My vacation should look exactly like this
DON'T RUIN MY LOVE
A lot of pink roses fell at my feet
I'll be riding my bike for a long time
Rainbow flowerbed in my native garden