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Thursday, September 20, 2012


The winds of pain sculpt our ever-changing emotional landscape and through years of howling over our essence and echoing in our ears, transforms us into the beautiful masterpiece that we become. We can lament on being the solid piece of beginning stone, or we can look in appreciation to the wonderful monument we have become.

©Feb 23, 2011 ~ DBC

PHOTO: photo is a random find on the internet

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