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It was an unseasonably warm and bright afternoon in January as I found myself walking by the shore of a remote cove in Wales. Waves crashing on the rocks reverberated in my soul with the experience only open seas can give.
Timeless, primal fury of the ocean brought serenity and a sense of belonging.
I stood there for a while, basking in the sunshine of that glorious afternoon, talking to the stones about days long gone.
It was an unseasonably warm and bright afternoon in January as I found myself walking by the shore of a remote cove in Wales. Waves crashing on the rocks reverberated in my soul with the experience only open seas can give.
Timeless, primal fury of the ocean brought serenity and a sense of belonging.
I stood there for a while, basking in the sunshine of that glorious afternoon, talking to the stones about days long gone.
It was an unseasonably warm and bright afternoon in January as I found myself walking by the shore of a remote cove in Wales. Waves crashing on the rocks reverberated in my soul with the experience only open seas can give.
Timeless, primal fury of the ocean brought serenity and a sense of belonging.
I stood there for a while, basking in the sunshine of that glorious afternoon, talking to the stones about days long gone.
It was an unseasonably warm and bright afternoon in January as I found myself walking by the shore of a remote cove in Wales. Waves crashing on the rocks reverberated in my soul with the experience only open seas can give.
Timeless, primal fury of the ocean brought serenity and a sense of belonging.
I stood there for a while, basking in the sunshine of that glorious afternoon, talking to the stones about days long gone.
It was an unseasonably warm and bright afternoon in January as I found myself walking by the shore of a remote cove in Wales. Waves crashing on the rocks reverberated in my soul with the experience only open seas can give.
Timeless, primal fury of the ocean brought serenity and a sense of belonging.
I stood there for a while, basking in the sunshine of that glorious afternoon, talking to the stones about days long gone.
It was an unseasonably warm and bright afternoon in January as I found myself walking by the shore of a remote cove in Wales. Waves crashing on the rocks reverberated in my soul with the experience only open seas can give.
Timeless, primal fury of the ocean brought serenity and a sense of belonging.
I stood there for a while, basking in the sunshine of that glorious afternoon, talking to the stones about days long gone.
It was an unseasonably warm and bright afternoon in January as I found myself walking by the shore of a remote cove in Wales. Waves crashing on the rocks reverberated in my soul with the experience only open seas can give.
Timeless, primal fury of the ocean brought serenity and a sense of belonging.
I stood there for a while, basking in the sunshine of that glorious afternoon, talking to the stones about days long gone.
It was an unseasonably warm and bright afternoon in January as I found myself walking by the shore of a remote cove in Wales. Waves crashing on the rocks reverberated in my soul with the experience only open seas can give.
Timeless, primal fury of the ocean brought serenity and a sense of belonging.
I stood there for a while, basking in the sunshine of that glorious afternoon, talking to the stones about days long gone.
It was an unseasonably warm and bright afternoon in January as I found myself walking by the shore of a remote cove in Wales. Waves crashing on the rocks reverberated in my soul with the experience only open seas can give.
Timeless, primal fury of the ocean brought serenity and a sense of belonging.
I stood there for a while, basking in the sunshine of that glorious afternoon, talking to the stones about days long gone.
It was an unseasonably warm and bright afternoon in January as I found myself walking by the shore of a remote cove in Wales. Waves crashing on the rocks reverberated in my soul with the experience only open seas can give.
Timeless, primal fury of the ocean brought serenity and a sense of belonging.
I stood there for a while, basking in the sunshine of that glorious afternoon, talking to the stones about days long gone.
It was an unseasonably warm and bright afternoon in January as I found myself walking by the shore of a remote cove in Wales. Waves crashing on the rocks reverberated in my soul with the experience only open seas can give.
Timeless, primal fury of the ocean brought serenity and a sense of belonging.
I stood there for a while, basking in the sunshine of that glorious afternoon, talking to the stones about days long gone.
It was an unseasonably warm and bright afternoon in January as I found myself walking by the shore of a remote cove in Wales. Waves crashing on the rocks reverberated in my soul with the experience only open seas can give.
Timeless, primal fury of the ocean brought serenity and a sense of belonging.
I stood there for a while, basking in the sunshine of that glorious afternoon, talking to the stones about days long gone.
It was an unseasonably warm and bright afternoon in January as I found myself walking by the shore of a remote cove in Wales. Waves crashing on the rocks reverberated in my soul with the experience only open seas can give.
Timeless, primal fury of the ocean brought serenity and a sense of belonging.
I stood there for a while, basking in the sunshine of that glorious afternoon, talking to the stones about days long gone.
It was an unseasonably warm and bright afternoon in January as I found myself walking by the shore of a remote cove in Wales. Waves crashing on the rocks reverberated in my soul with the experience only open seas can give.
Timeless, primal fury of the ocean brought serenity and a sense of belonging.
I stood there for a while, basking in the sunshine of that glorious afternoon, talking to the stones about days long gone.
It was an unseasonably warm and bright afternoon in January as I found myself walking by the shore of a remote cove in Wales. Waves crashing on the rocks reverberated in my soul with the experience only open seas can give.
Timeless, primal fury of the ocean brought serenity and a sense of belonging.
I stood there for a while, basking in the sunshine of that glorious afternoon, talking to the stones about days long gone.
It was an unseasonably warm and bright afternoon in January as I found myself walking by the shore of a remote cove in Wales. Waves crashing on the rocks reverberated in my soul with the experience only open seas can give.
Timeless, primal fury of the ocean brought serenity and a sense of belonging.
I stood there for a while, basking in the sunshine of that glorious afternoon, talking to the stones about days long gone.
We think ourselves into our reality. We have our fears, desires, preconceptions about who we are, what we are capable of, how the world is, how people are. We think these beliefs are our identity, what makes us ‘us’.
We hold a handful of dead leaves in our hands as we run through life.
We hold on to them tight, can’t bear the thought of losing ‘ourselves’. So intensely we focus on holding the leaves, we don’t look where we are going.
Think yourself into existence with every breath.
We think ourselves into our reality. We have our fears, desires, preconceptions about who we are, what we are capable of, how the world is, how people are. We think these beliefs are our identity, what makes us ‘us’.
We hold a handful of dead leaves in our hands as we run through life.
We hold on to them tight, can’t bear the thought of losing ‘ourselves’. So intensely we focus on holding the leaves, we don’t look where we are going.
Think yourself into existence with every breath.
We think ourselves into our reality. We have our fears, desires, preconceptions about who we are, what we are capable of, how the world is, how people are. We think these beliefs are our identity, what makes us ‘us’.
We hold a handful of dead leaves in our hands as we run through life.
We hold on to them tight, can’t bear the thought of losing ‘ourselves’. So intensely we focus on holding the leaves, we don’t look where we are going.
Think yourself into existence with every breath.
We think ourselves into our reality. We have our fears, desires, preconceptions about who we are, what we are capable of, how the world is, how people are. We think these beliefs are our identity, what makes us ‘us’.
We hold a handful of dead leaves in our hands as we run through life.
We hold on to them tight, can’t bear the thought of losing ‘ourselves’. So intensely we focus on holding the leaves, we don’t look where we are going.
Think yourself into existence with every breath.
We think ourselves into our reality. We have our fears, desires, preconceptions about who we are, what we are capable of, how the world is, how people are. We think these beliefs are our identity, what makes us ‘us’.
We hold a handful of dead leaves in our hands as we run through life.
We hold on to them tight, can’t bear the thought of losing ‘ourselves’. So intensely we focus on holding the leaves, we don’t look where we are going.
Think yourself into existence with every breath.
We think ourselves into our reality. We have our fears, desires, preconceptions about who we are, what we are capable of, how the world is, how people are. We think these beliefs are our identity, what makes us ‘us’.
We hold a handful of dead leaves in our hands as we run through life.
We hold on to them tight, can’t bear the thought of losing ‘ourselves’. So intensely we focus on holding the leaves, we don’t look where we are going.
Think yourself into existence with every breath.
We think ourselves into our reality. We have our fears, desires, preconceptions about who we are, what we are capable of, how the world is, how people are. We think these beliefs are our identity, what makes us ‘us’.
We hold a handful of dead leaves in our hands as we run through life.
We hold on to them tight, can’t bear the thought of losing ‘ourselves’. So intensely we focus on holding the leaves, we don’t look where we are going.
Think yourself into existence with every breath.
We think ourselves into our reality. We have our fears, desires, preconceptions about who we are, what we are capable of, how the world is, how people are. We think these beliefs are our identity, what makes us ‘us’.
We hold a handful of dead leaves in our hands as we run through life.
We hold on to them tight, can’t bear the thought of losing ‘ourselves’. So intensely we focus on holding the leaves, we don’t look where we are going.
Think yourself into existence with every breath.
We think ourselves into our reality. We have our fears, desires, preconceptions about who we are, what we are capable of, how the world is, how people are. We think these beliefs are our identity, what makes us ‘us’.
We hold a handful of dead leaves in our hands as we run through life.
We hold on to them tight, can’t bear the thought of losing ‘ourselves’. So intensely we focus on holding the leaves, we don’t look where we are going.
Think yourself into existence with every breath.
We think ourselves into our reality. We have our fears, desires, preconceptions about who we are, what we are capable of, how the world is, how people are. We think these beliefs are our identity, what makes us ‘us’.
We hold a handful of dead leaves in our hands as we run through life.
We hold on to them tight, can’t bear the thought of losing ‘ourselves’. So intensely we focus on holding the leaves, we don’t look where we are going.
Think yourself into existence with every breath.
We think ourselves into our reality. We have our fears, desires, preconceptions about who we are, what we are capable of, how the world is, how people are. We think these beliefs are our identity, what makes us ‘us’.
We hold a handful of dead leaves in our hands as we run through life.
We hold on to them tight, can’t bear the thought of losing ‘ourselves’. So intensely we focus on holding the leaves, we don’t look where we are going.
Think yourself into existence with every breath.
We think ourselves into our reality. We have our fears, desires, preconceptions about who we are, what we are capable of, how the world is, how people are. We think these beliefs are our identity, what makes us ‘us’.
We hold a handful of dead leaves in our hands as we run through life.
We hold on to them tight, can’t bear the thought of losing ‘ourselves’. So intensely we focus on holding the leaves, we don’t look where we are going.
Think yourself into existence with every breath.
We think ourselves into our reality. We have our fears, desires, preconceptions about who we are, what we are capable of, how the world is, how people are. We think these beliefs are our identity, what makes us ‘us’.
We hold a handful of dead leaves in our hands as we run through life.
We hold on to them tight, can’t bear the thought of losing ‘ourselves’. So intensely we focus on holding the leaves, we don’t look where we are going.
Think yourself into existence with every breath.
We think ourselves into our reality. We have our fears, desires, preconceptions about who we are, what we are capable of, how the world is, how people are. We think these beliefs are our identity, what makes us ‘us’.
We hold a handful of dead leaves in our hands as we run through life.
We hold on to them tight, can’t bear the thought of losing ‘ourselves’. So intensely we focus on holding the leaves, we don’t look where we are going.
Think yourself into existence with every breath.
We think ourselves into our reality. We have our fears, desires, preconceptions about who we are, what we are capable of, how the world is, how people are. We think these beliefs are our identity, what makes us ‘us’.
We hold a handful of dead leaves in our hands as we run through life.
We hold on to them tight, can’t bear the thought of losing ‘ourselves’. So intensely we focus on holding the leaves, we don’t look where we are going.
Think yourself into existence with every breath.
We think ourselves into our reality. We have our fears, desires, preconceptions about who we are, what we are capable of, how the world is, how people are. We think these beliefs are our identity, what makes us ‘us’.
We hold a handful of dead leaves in our hands as we run through life.
We hold on to them tight, can’t bear the thought of losing ‘ourselves’. So intensely we focus on holding the leaves, we don’t look where we are going.
Think yourself into existence with every breath.
We are fragile beings, suspended in a moment of time, somewhere between our first and last breath. There is little to do for us but exist in a loving embrace of the world, surrounded by the eternal and fluid beauty of the planet we inhabit. Our buildings will crumble, our words will fade, our art will be lost, but the love we give will never cease to exist.
We are fragile beings, suspended in a moment of time, somewhere between our first and last breath. There is little to do for us but exist in a loving embrace of the world, surrounded by the eternal and fluid beauty of the planet we inhabit. Our buildings will crumble, our words will fade, our art will be lost, but the love we give will never cease to exist.
We are fragile beings, suspended in a moment of time, somewhere between our first and last breath. There is little to do for us but exist in a loving embrace of the world, surrounded by the eternal and fluid beauty of the planet we inhabit. Our buildings will crumble, our words will fade, our art will be lost, but the love we give will never cease to exist.
We are fragile beings, suspended in a moment of time, somewhere between our first and last breath. There is little to do for us but exist in a loving embrace of the world, surrounded by the eternal and fluid beauty of the planet we inhabit. Our buildings will crumble, our words will fade, our art will be lost, but the love we give will never cease to exist.
We are fragile beings, suspended in a moment of time, somewhere between our first and last breath. There is little to do for us but exist in a loving embrace of the world, surrounded by the eternal and fluid beauty of the planet we inhabit. Our buildings will crumble, our words will fade, our art will be lost, but the love we give will never cease to exist.
We are fragile beings, suspended in a moment of time, somewhere between our first and last breath. There is little to do for us but exist in a loving embrace of the world, surrounded by the eternal and fluid beauty of the planet we inhabit. Our buildings will crumble, our words will fade, our art will be lost, but the love we give will never cease to exist.
We are fragile beings, suspended in a moment of time, somewhere between our first and last breath. There is little to do for us but exist in a loving embrace of the world, surrounded by the eternal and fluid beauty of the planet we inhabit. Our buildings will crumble, our words will fade, our art will be lost, but the love we give will never cease to exist.
We are fragile beings, suspended in a moment of time, somewhere between our first and last breath. There is little to do for us but exist in a loving embrace of the world, surrounded by the eternal and fluid beauty of the planet we inhabit. Our buildings will crumble, our words will fade, our art will be lost, but the love we give will never cease to exist.
We are fragile beings, suspended in a moment of time, somewhere between our first and last breath. There is little to do for us but exist in a loving embrace of the world, surrounded by the eternal and fluid beauty of the planet we inhabit. Our buildings will crumble, our words will fade, our art will be lost, but the love we give will never cease to exist.
We are fragile beings, suspended in a moment of time, somewhere between our first and last breath. There is little to do for us but exist in a loving embrace of the world, surrounded by the eternal and fluid beauty of the planet we inhabit. Our buildings will crumble, our words will fade, our art will be lost, but the love we give will never cease to exist.
We are fragile beings, suspended in a moment of time, somewhere between our first and last breath. There is little to do for us but exist in a loving embrace of the world, surrounded by the eternal and fluid beauty of the planet we inhabit. Our buildings will crumble, our words will fade, our art will be lost, but the love we give will never cease to exist.
We are fragile beings, suspended in a moment of time, somewhere between our first and last breath. There is little to do for us but exist in a loving embrace of the world, surrounded by the eternal and fluid beauty of the planet we inhabit. Our buildings will crumble, our words will fade, our art will be lost, but the love we give will never cease to exist.
We are fragile beings, suspended in a moment of time, somewhere between our first and last breath. There is little to do for us but exist in a loving embrace of the world, surrounded by the eternal and fluid beauty of the planet we inhabit. Our buildings will crumble, our words will fade, our art will be lost, but the love we give will never cease to exist.
We are fragile beings, suspended in a moment of time, somewhere between our first and last breath. There is little to do for us but exist in a loving embrace of the world, surrounded by the eternal and fluid beauty of the planet we inhabit. Our buildings will crumble, our words will fade, our art will be lost, but the love we give will never cease to exist.
We are fragile beings, suspended in a moment of time, somewhere between our first and last breath. There is little to do for us but exist in a loving embrace of the world, surrounded by the eternal and fluid beauty of the planet we inhabit. Our buildings will crumble, our words will fade, our art will be lost, but the love we give will never cease to exist.
We are fragile beings, suspended in a moment of time, somewhere between our first and last breath. There is little to do for us but exist in a loving embrace of the world, surrounded by the eternal and fluid beauty of the planet we inhabit. Our buildings will crumble, our words will fade, our art will be lost, but the love we give will never cease to exist.
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