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The threads of fate are disorganised and free, no confines of expectations to hold them, each living person a loom, weaving possibilities, intertwining chances, unpredictability, and tragedy... Not a single plan conforms to the threads of fate, and one day, what nobody will see coming, is a marvelous tapestry of fortune.
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Aug 8, 2017
Aug 8, 2017 at 10:54 PM UTC
The Unexpected
The threads of fate are disorganised and free, no confines of expectations to hold them, each living person a loom, weaving possibilities, intertwining chances, unpredictability, and tragedy... Not a single plan conforms to the threads of fate, and one day, what nobody will see coming, is a marvelous tapestry of fortune.
Nobody can predict the future, but this doesn't mean bad things are set in stone.
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18/M/North-East England
Aug 8, 2017
Aug 8, 2017 at 10:54 PM UTC
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