Our trifle
wants
do soon
enslave us
wants
do soon
enslave us
Nought
will come
to the
closed door
The
impossible
was once
a dream
This day
will not
soon
return
In virtue
there is
always
reward
See not
your fate
in others
faces
Lives are snowflakes
-
“Lives are snowflakes - forming patterns we have seen before, as like one
another as peas in a pod (and have you ever looked at peas in a pod? I
mean, real...
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