We are told that we must strive to achieve our dreams.
It 's the oldest story in the world to fight for what you want.
I believe that after all is just a race to find what you do not understand in full, all round.
Art, music, scittura windows are huge dark soul of the beholder.
We do not just see how others have done, we we need to touch and feel with the fingertips of the hands, to clean those windows obscured by gray.
's like a stomach ache, a feeling in my stomach, thick and durable. The measure of our dreams are hampered by thoughts of those dreams might not one has ever had, the vortex is dense, closed.
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