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You find yourself on a distant shore. Known to all, but you. A land of history and faith. Customs practiced here are familiar to you. Customs you know are in blood. Your blood and theirs. But in this land of faith, rich in gold and memories. You find it hard to recall yourself. To recollect what you were before coming to a land of mystery and belief. Trusting yourself and trusting your strength. You have lost nothing. For you have gained much. But all things have a price. And what you have gained, the fee is high. That is the price in this land. Coming to lands unknown might just cost you your faith.
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May 2, 2017
May 2, 2017 at 4:28 PM UTC
Land of Faith
You find yourself on a distant shore. Known to all, but you. A land of history and faith. Customs practiced here are familiar to you. Customs you know are in blood. Your blood and theirs. But in this land of faith, rich in gold and memories. You find it hard to recall yourself. To recollect what you were before coming to a land of mystery and belief. Trusting yourself and trusting your strength. You have lost nothing. For you have gained much. But all things have a price. And what you have gained, the fee is high. That is the price in this land. Coming to lands unknown might just cost you your faith.
Studying abroad thoughts.
Twister70
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May 2, 2017
May 2, 2017 at 4:28 PM UTC
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