In the calibrated entry of 2016, I wrote: "We are but dust. And this dust that we are, compressed and houses the blood which flows in us. Resonating a unique warmth when a hug transcends the limit set in proximity. So that you hold your loved ones close because dust is porous and blood has no value when it pours." - Abu A'ish Mk Albani.
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The Quill Pen in Your Hand
EspiritualThe projected patch of light in a hallway add to it's aesthetic. No matter how old and scary a building is, you should focus on that detail. Because every house has a potential of being home. And every soul can be refined. This is but a minuscule do...
