Whatever season it is. There is always a new song. The beauty is that the old song does not die, it exists with the rivers, the mountains, the ocean, and with the season itself. So will it exist as I am alive and so will it exist, as I die.

I'm not crazy. My reality is just different from yours.
Whatever season it is. There is always a new song. The beauty is that the old song does not die, it exists with the rivers, the mountains, the ocean, and with the season itself. So will it exist as I am alive and so will it exist, as I die.
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via Daily Prompt: Vanish He sat there for a moment and vanished into the wild. As far as I was concerned, I was left thrilled, curious,
Daily Prompt: Construct It was raining heavily that morning. After a series of hot and stifling days, the rain showers finally drenched the earth. It certainly brought
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I'm not crazy. My reality is just different from yours.
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