My Love
…and one day he came, opened his palms made of flowers, the gold-lined faded white petals were light as feathers blown by the wind; like time…
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In this journey called Life, we walk through an uncountable number of spiritual awakenings that shape us into who we are and who we are yet to become. These encounters and experiences humble us down to our core, the fragile and peaceful light beings who only want to be loved …
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