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A miriad of passing clouds

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Last updated 1 month ago


he tittle itself sounds really positive and promising, but, perhaps, it will be rather about some beauty and unsolved mysterious element on the spectrum of everyone's life. i faithfully believe that a lot of people have something nice in them and if they need help i'd gladly give them my hand but it might be wrong to do in some cases you have to pick the people you want carefully, because some of them might noy want you to leave them, but to make you leave yourself this life. hah, quite a pessimistic to say, but not all the handwritings or, shall i say, typings via my phone's screen but really, the main point i want to bring here smile, walk and enjoy your life, because it will be taken from you once and for all