May 2022
it's just like how one collects water from a deep deep well,
and by the time the bucket makes its way to the surface,
no water is left
and no one dare sees the hole.
and by the time the bucket makes its way to the surface,
no water is left
and no one dare sees the hole.
(F/Voie Des Papillons)
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