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Oct 2016
Between the crashing waves, a mist of your face is carried into mine. The warmth of the sun was settling in the beads of sand, as it slowly emerged from the horizon. I remember wondering if I was sane enough to pull myself together in that moment.Β Β The carousels of time were were spinning like a top and I was digging my hands in the sand bracing for the ride.
Bor ehgit
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Bor ehgit
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