"Mountain winds scattered rouge like snow, each petal of longing, a page of a book. Of all the peach blossoms in those thousand-fold hills, was there one that knew its old branch?" The academician surveyed the wilds, always pausing in peach groves to study their grace in detail.
Elegant
165
Fresh
51
Sweet
58
Sexy
339
Cool
47
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