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"That is why I write- to try to turn sadness into longing and solitude into remembrance"
-Paulo Coelho
Sunday, August 24, 2014
And she saw that big-large moon in her dream. It had a halo too; a shadow bigger than the actual big-large moon. Yes, it was that hour; some time of that night. It was the day in the night; so bright. All she did was, she stood there elated 😊
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