Counting the suns
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Last published Sat, Dec 28, 2019
Growing and healing. Feeling the power of affection. The right amount of caring and spontaneous attachment. Seeking for the perfect concept you created in your head. Finding it not so far. Not being scared of screwing up because happiness is easy when it's a habit not a destination.
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