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{ 👀 𝜗𝜚 } .. our diaries

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he always gratefulness as long the words of excellence were given wherever her stepped. the chiming of time feels softer, like a breath of hers, the earth seems to make room for your name. it is present not only because of increasing age, but also as a home for laughter and pain, the morning chirping is slower as if understanding and I can only hope, the universe always embraces you, faithful like the chirping that returns even though the rain falls silently.