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January 20, 2025

Jan 30, 2025
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this is the sound of my heart. here are the colors of my life.

this is when I breathe in. this is where I breathe out.


if I could pinch this moment between my fingers, holding

all time, all being would become wrinkled and cringed.


but I am not that selfish,

so I keep traveling onward.



 
 
 

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