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“You see – my tired hands wrinkled bruised and stained by the challenges of time…”

The flow of nature is like breathing in and breathing out a slow procession of the days to seasons from the rising to the setting of the sun
“We are the reason for their tears their fears their hopes their dreams reduced to dust…”

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