Are you the moon?
How did the moon feel when it was left alone in darkness to radiate the faded lights that spilled from day to night? Did it feel betrayed or dazzled by […]
How did the moon feel when it was left alone in darkness to radiate the faded lights that spilled from day to night? Did it feel betrayed or dazzled by […]
Do acorns have the sense to know the way to best become an oak? Do horses know how infinity can be traveled or reversed again? Do the butterfly mourn a […]
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