Sometimes I wish I were a grain of sand. Just a single grain of sand to be washed up or blown away by other forces of nature that are completely chaotic and perfect. Amidst the beauty of these fine strokes of free form art, that God has been creating for ages, the progress in play, the destruction within. And even in beautiful is the wretched
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(this is Jaimi by the way. add me back, fool!)
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