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Aurora, it needs a break. After years of sailing, it could no longer fake. Ardour could only go so far, antithetical to talent and holding ace. All encouraged in good grace, Almost there. They prevaricate, clearly did not anticipate. A few had a slice of the honest cake, un- aware of how they caused an ache. 'Aye! What absurd thoughts, mate.' Annoyed by the voice inside create, as the pirate couldn't tell. A message from garden or well, are solid facts or silly doubts? Aquivering, he supined on deck. Anxious, desperately he seeks for his answer. Impatiently he awaits for his anchor.
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Jul 12, 2017
Jul 12, 2017 at 9:40 PM UTC
Awry
Aurora, it needs a break. After years of sailing, it could no longer fake. Ardour could only go so far, antithetical to talent and holding ace. All encouraged in good grace, Almost there. They prevaricate, clearly did not anticipate. A few had a slice of the honest cake, un- aware of how they caused an ache. 'Aye! What absurd thoughts, mate.' Annoyed by the voice inside create, as the pirate couldn't tell. A message from garden or well, are solid facts or silly doubts? Aquivering, he supined on deck. Anxious, desperately he seeks for his answer. Impatiently he awaits for his anchor.
There must be times in your life, you felt as if you were going nowhere. Somehow you felt you were drifting your entire life, with passions and dreams but no directions. The journey is always bumpy.
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Jul 12, 2017
Jul 12, 2017 at 9:40 PM UTC
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