BEAUTY
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Última publicación lun, ago 18, 2014
The world has an image. the image always seems to be that beauty is what is on tv and magazines now adays but what about the beauty of holding a child for the first time? what about the beauty of the sun when it arises in the morning these little things that catch our eye every once in a while when we least expect it. beauty is not within the eye.. it is within our minds, our souls its what keeps us wishing for the future. A beauty which does not exist in time
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