She who watches
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Concluida sáb, ago 27, 2016<5 mins
There are many stories about the origin of humanity. This one is my own.
There are many stories about beliefs and superstitions. This is my own.
It is a story of knowledge and loneliness and of eyes unmisted by the ravages of time's relentless passing
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