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Whispers of Your Soul

If only life were simple. People go through complications all their life, until they’re old and wrinkled. The complications cut through our lives like a knife. People die in wrecks, people lose their happy stride. There is still simplicity. Imagine a lone cabin in the woods, now that is true beauty.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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