1 min readSep 7, 2017
Sun poked yellow rays through the ice, drops implored me to listen closer as the sea fell tranquil, whispering of change.
Sun poked yellow rays through the ice, drops implored me to listen closer as the sea fell tranquil, whispering of change.
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