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Pam Milla Aug 2017
The more she fed me with her beautiful photographs...the more I craved her...

Even if her supplies infinitely fed me...my hunger would reset endlessly...

Like the sun in the morning & the moon at dawn.
Pam Milla Aug 2017
The most enchanting of views grasped my conscience by simultaneous never-ending palpitations that slowly but surely circulated through the darkest & most deepest of gardens...

Far and away within those unique datum of charming beats...thousands of charms began to reveal like fireworks in the Sky...

It is an essence that travels so deeply into the air, that the air itself can't help but consume the remaining of the trace it leaves behind with each stroke...

That's the energy that wonders in the air for so long that I can't help myself but not captivate the residuals of the purity of its existence...

It is what it does to me day in...between...and out....

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