Where The Wind Blows
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Última publicación mar, ago 3, 2021
Time starts flying by once we have finally acknowledged our roots.
But where does that leave us now?
A collection of short poems written to everyone's younger self. May they comfort your deepest insecurities and brightest dreams, because we always go where the wind blows.
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