#46
How ironic it is.. they pushed that little one away and entered the temple, they forgot that God lived in there own souls. Including his.
#47
She asked for colours last week. Today she got them. Sadly, those weren't vivid enough to colour her life.
#48
Sometimes feelings woke her up in the middle of the night. In a moment she'd find herself, drawing a figure that she thought never existed. It did.
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