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Nomadic Skyline

Silent voices traveling through uncertain dreams! Have you ever seen the sky during the evening prayer? The colors of the water lilies glowing in refection on that still pond water. An open-ended story of an eternal time! Where standstill time enchants the paintbrush strokes! Time that does not define the everyday coffee mug There are many more colors , yet to be born in fatigues, in leisure time. The sunset that, the twilight hue stories scattering through a nomadic skyline!

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