Love is attached to something. It is not the emptiness of worlds, or the swarm of feelings. It is solid. It is peace. With love, the world is full and the swarm stays intact.
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Image by Heiko Stein from Pixabay The moment Friday clocks, I feel a burst of energy. It is the end of the week. I have special plans...
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Pic: National Geographic I call you an ocean because some days I cannot figure out your depth or your shallowness, Do you run so deep tha...
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#Mine Apology: Whatever you read here, will not sound good at all This is an account of something so real it scares me to write. I am scar... -
Image by Heiko Stein from Pixabay The moment Friday clocks, I feel a burst of energy. It is the end of the week. I have special plans...
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