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She was sewn from a stream of significant disasters, but she has taken charge of the tide. Directing the course of the storm, she became one with the fiercest gyre. The lightning, the moment through the raging sea, the season of her storm is done. The smell of the after-rain, the calmness of the shores mended the remnants. A rainbow of colors and vibrance, the abundance of black clouds is gone. The beautiful sky,   a magical release from these painful bonds. Courage and kindness, gratitude and strength, the real treasures are now found.
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Jun 11, 2022
Jun 11, 2022 at 7:15 PM UTC
Blended Bliss
She was sewn from a stream of significant disasters, but she has taken charge of the tide. Directing the course of the storm, she became one with the fiercest gyre. The lightning, the moment through the raging sea, the season of her storm is done. The smell of the after-rain, the calmness of the shores mended the remnants. A rainbow of colors and vibrance, the abundance of black clouds is gone. The beautiful sky,   a magical release from these painful bonds. Courage and kindness, gratitude and strength, the real treasures are now found.
eloisa
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F/Japan
Jun 11, 2022
Jun 11, 2022 at 7:15 PM UTC
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