In a perverse way, I was glad for the stitches, glad it would show, that there would be scars...
Crests aren't lost in the troughs that follow. Water is sublime revelation. Each moment is an endless echo. And every echo is a new moment. It didn't start and it wont end - this is true of everything.
In a perverse way, I was glad for the stitches, glad it would show, that there would be scars...
ReplyDeleteCrests aren't lost in the troughs that follow. Water is sublime revelation. Each moment is an endless echo. And every echo is a new moment. It didn't start and it wont end - this is true of everything.
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