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that story that happened and didn’t happened. a beginning and the end of some…thing. some inner change that was to happen. today, I see where it has. a day were it all becomes clear after months, year, of mists and dark. still a regret that it’s not this one who planted it who will pluck it up. [...]
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let’s take our time
we’ve got the rest of our lives ahead of us
