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Drops of passion trickle down through the counting-house, it's time to live, but how? Shall I travel to a beautiful story and conquer that place? Shall I sail over the seas of feelings or fly over them and ponder where I want to land where there is a task for my wishes and create a space there that I do not yet know so that I arrive somewhere I have not gone to?
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Apr 20, 2019
Apr 20, 2019 at 5:03 AM UTC
The counting house
Drops of passion trickle down through the counting-house, it's time to live, but how? Shall I travel to a beautiful story and conquer that place? Shall I sail over the seas of feelings or fly over them and ponder where I want to land where there is a task for my wishes and create a space there that I do not yet know so that I arrive somewhere I have not gone to?
Collection “Ifless”
Zywa
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Amsterdam
Apr 20, 2019
Apr 20, 2019 at 5:03 AM UTC
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