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Love nebula

I believe that above everything there hovers a Nebula of love. And randomly, one builds a stairway to the nebula and starts throwing buckets of love to you. Because it is sweet and warm, you confuse it with wild rain

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Posted in Blog de companie, Invisible stories, Personal, Visible stories

“Language is not like the sun,
heating and scorching
but like the moon
keeping secrets
and the arcane magic of the night
throwing stars
in the lilacs’ claws
till dawn.” -Iulia Halatz

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