My Heart in the Shadows
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Last published Mon, Aug 25, 2025
The beauty of the moon is eternal, yet its light also sinks into darkness.
Few truly appreciate its beauty, though its glow remains in the shadows.
The moon can be deadly and silent, but its beauty is golden and eternal.
What is it that you guard so closely, that which shines in the gloom? That is my question.
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