"The gate to long roads that travel back in time is no more hedged with thorny vines. Where the stones that felt like shards of glass, now lay a bed of grass.
My garden consists of many flowers but all are wild ones. For they grow even when the conditions don't permit them.
They are boundless and they are free, parts of my soul reside in them."
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My Musings
RandomHere you'll find my deepest, strangest and most random thoughts in form of simple and few words. Happy reading! :)
