Merak
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  • LECTURAS 62
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  • Hora 10m
Continúa, Has publicado jul 19, 2016
Merak- A Serbian term, roughly translates to "A sense of oneness with the universe derived from the simplest of pleasures."

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"What time is it? Is the sun setting yet?"

"It's seven o'clock and the sunset is beautiful this evening."

"Describe it to me? Give me details. I want to be able to picture exactly what you're seeing."

"Well," Harry paused. "The sky is a soft orange, the sun's just touching the horizon. A bit of pink and purple is starting to show which makes the clouds look like cotton candy. It's breathtaking, Ava." I smiled at the amazement in his raspy voice.

 I wish I could see the look on his face.
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