I am living with them. Because of them. Because of them.
Read MoreA violin plays, the notes lifting up and back down again, reverting in the end back again into air. I breathe. Somehow, it makes sense.
Read MoreI am living with them. Because of them. Because of them.
Read MoreA violin plays, the notes lifting up and back down again, reverting in the end back again into air. I breathe. Somehow, it makes sense.
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