when all you know is but wasted butterfly feathers, where do you go to collect the memories? there are pieces and collections of time that hold the peace of mind you are seeking
this is all not just a twisted allusion of mind, this is real-this is mine. we are just fine.
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Lindsay, you have lovely compilations here. Definitely following you for some food for thought, hope you could do the same!
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