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HEART COLOR
Fills in the window is full of beautiful things in eyes, mound over time as unripe brightness.
How blessed are some people, whose lives have no fears, no dreads, to whom sleep is a blessing that comes nightly, and brings nothing but sweet dreams.
SPIRTUAL INSPIRATION
Fading is true while flowering is past.
Like the meeting of the seagulls and the waves we meet and come near.The seagulls fly off, the waves roll away and we depart.