Time rules over everything that is perennial. But in nature, nothing is lost. What goes around comes around.
Every day we walk this path we call our own. The old and the new merge with each other, renewing old patterns. Nothing is the same when time passes.
Where lies the beauty of all beautiful things. We search through the veils of those faces. Beyond t…
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