Sanctuary
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Última publicación mié, ago 28, 2019
Sanctuary
Noun
A place of refuge or safety. A place to call home. To feel safe, secure, like everything is fine.
To find comfort in the little things, or even the big things. To feel safe with someone, something, or doing something.
Cover/photograph by me.
Find your sanctuary.
♡This is a collection of my own poetry.
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