We are all lost, broken and scattered souls. Just looking for the answers. sometimes the blowing leaves, sparkling snow, warm breeze or the brightest star in its blanket of black velvet diamonds bevelled atop isn’t enough. the small smiles mean the world. The tiniest of dispositions are now what…
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