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The sun finds my face,
even after sleepless nights;
the world is still kind.
About the Creator
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Babbling Dixie
The short form of tomorrow is never the whole story. Abbreviations mean nothing when we are born to die and we all are aren't we? Being spoken for before birth is something we're not supposed to remember like some kind of karma after effect. Still here we are spending our lives looking for each other.
By Canuck Scriber Lisa Lachapelleabout 19 hours ago in Fiction
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This was nice, it felt blissful. Loved it