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Becoming


Moving; everything is moving across my perception molding itself through it crushing minds building bridges… Everything is becoming. One single peace – of me.

Happiness


* One moment of silver dreams between two lines of love; Рa celebration of humanity.

The Cloud


* The empty blue sky filled itself up with one single cloud. It was fluffy, white, magnificent! and lived its life gliding over our heads without ever bothering about life.

A Little Heart


A little heart is warming up in my daughters little hand. The girl is freezing my heart is bleeding for  that love Рconnection Рwe just made.

Blessings


* Stars, roses and hearts falling from an ice blue sky; counting the blessings.

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