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During admission season

Clouds fly endlessly

Friends grow up

Gently blowing hair

He turned around and looked at the small scales

I just want to gently stretch my heels along

The dream world is full of castles

The story of the wind coming up into the house stopped starting

The water surface is green

The wind sits against the door softly playing the flute

Trailer: Infected (BC Schondeln project)