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Little things that matters

Little things that matters

The beauty of my surrounding.  There is a red bush in front of my town-house.  In the winter, like most trees in Canada, it whiter away on the brink of dying.  I have never pay much attentions to it since occupying the place.  Every time I look at it, it just a dry, eyesore bush, that cause me to think of buying an Ever Green to put in it place.  Last week, when I went outside to go to the library across the street, this bush stopped me.

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