Beauty Stream Comments

Here, the wind touches the swaying branchs of an exhausted, ancient williow, near-at-hand to a babbling brook i have savored over the long years
It seems that the crystal water leads to the edge of blackness, to breath grace into the lifelessness of a far off raven colored abyss.
It is thought that here, the sun releases its trusting rays time and again,
to thaw the bitterness of the world.
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