Under the acacia trees on a summer afternoon, everything seems to return to childhood. The breeze blows, bringing a rare summer coolness, sitting under the trees, comfortable. I vaguely remember my childhood summer days, cooling under acacia trees
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Under the acacia trees on a summer afternoon, everything seems to return to childhood. The breeze blows, bringing a rare summer coolness, sitting under the trees, comfortable.
I vaguely remember my childhood summer days, cooling under acacia trees, doing laundry, doing needlework, chatting...