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Words are blessed things. Fling them out into the world around you, and note how you feel while expressing these peeled off emotions.
10:33 AM Sep 30th from web
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For lament is the gift you give to your inner prisoner, who weeps for truth, and wails for the pure inner rapture of the soul.
10:32 AM Sep 30th from web
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When flight seems nothing more than a dream, we give more expression to personal trials.
10:31 AM Sep 30th from web
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[ taking a break to work on a book. thanks for following the flow and sparkling the sparks!! ;)* ]
6:55 AM Sep 4th from web
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