But sometimes, we burn.
We're still in our way, discovering.
Seeing the beauty that is covered within the darkness.
Behind the sun, under the moon.
Until these candles burn down.
Fiensh '11
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Your words are absolutely beautiful. Every post is beyond lovely. xx.
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