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In moments of stillness, when the chaos quiets and nature reveals its gentle truths, even a fleeting beam of sunlight becomes a messenger of...

Wednesday, February 13, 2019

Love

Love.
Thirst.
Hope.
Salvation.
Death.
Synonymous.

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