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The pulse of freedom

There is a sight I hold dear. A misty morning, a grey veil, green hills in the background, lush and abundant. On the fore, at about 100 feet...

Monday, November 4, 2019

Love heals

Shattered to pieces,
love comes shining through the cracks.
And our soul is healed.



Prompt by @baffled

Welfare unto all
Rab rakha 🤗 🤗 🤗 

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