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و ازین وادی گریزان بوده است
you need to close them
on and on and on
things were different those days..
screams the man chasing the birds..
as if she were trying to protect them, being able to hold fewer things every step, and in a moment’s notice decided to let go of one more thing and with a loving expression waved goodbye. Watching her disappear into the night with her long steps, I lost many words and the image of walking into oblivion hunted me forever.
bay at vision
always saying something clever..
this it is
and then we can start.