Growth (Page 2)

A couple holding hands, facing toward the sun, with a bright sun flare between the silhouetted fingers against a pale blue sky.

hand in hand, we left that day, together, come rain or shine.

the longer i live, the more i see, it’s true that love is blind.

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The glow of a distant city beneath a desert sky full of stars.

i am the words i speak, i’m the things i do, i’m not how i look, or the things i accrue. you try to define me with the simplest of words but i’m far beyond that, though you think it absurd.

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An empty, snow-covered, arctic winter landscape; a snowy desert field with a person walking away toward a blue sky at the horizon.

It’s winter again, it’s snowing outside, and my soul is as dry as my hands. A frozen wasteland, no less of a desert. My heart is parched like the sands.

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