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With each passing day, time slips away like water through our fingers. Continue reading
This gallery contains 5 photos.
With each passing day, time slips away like water through our fingers. Continue reading
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There once was a hawk and a rock, on the rock the creatures would stop. ‘I say,’ said the hawk, ‘Why do you sit on that rock, when my talons are a nicer place to stop?’ Blessed be :} Save