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“The black clouds part revealing a lustrous moon, as sparkling as the flowers that dare to bloom in winter. The wind shakes those petals ever so gently, reminding me of how the wind has violently shaken me. I prayed for something... anything to depend upon. Faith that as I live my life, the twinge of loneliness will not twist in me forever. ( Read more... )
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