Category: the basket of random posts filled with beauty
a big basket of posts that don’t seem to fit in anywhere, but that are still full of beauty
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there are thingstoo mysterious for me to understand, though i tryto parse them, finding a way to let go of the siftings and what i mean to say is that there are things that shatter the heart, that noose the feathered bird that sometimes sings of hope, but often weeps in disbelief how they live…
liezel graham 