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Le Domande di Bambù

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Butterflying Then I was born to flying now. A flight might be a bee once I thought looking by a gaze into a striped sun, strangely black and yellow indeed curiously enough it was the scream of honey flaps, close to seize even more bitter dark of bites but … sure I had to move …

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