Put Your Name to my Face

there’re so many patterns inside of this world the blooming of nature, m i g r a t i o n of birds and all of them mirror a Face we can’t see yet with our whole being embrace when we breathe and if we are patient and if we are kind we will be returned every piece of our sight to trace every pattern back into our hearts the eye of our body’s most powerful part

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olga-valerevna

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