all things in warm yellows
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Última publicación jue, jun 28, 2018
'In this human skin; we're half war, half peace.'
There'd be times to embrace these and we shall be ready for what comes our way.
It's not in our hand to be planted; but to bloom, sure is.
so wherever life plants you, bloom with grace!
A collection of musings and poetry.
I try to find stories between people and their chaos.
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