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Angel of the night The morning awakes and the first sunrays touch the dew, which lays like Tears of the night on everything, just like the world would have cried for the loss of the former day. Unstoppable it has gone, drained the life out of the world and brought just quietness and darkness. Was it a break on the fast heartbeat of the life to gain new power?Angel of the night by ~Invhunter
Was it a sleep to digest the concentrated beautie of the past?
No, it was the small brother of the final end of all life, the little brother of death. Lost, finally it seemed. But with the tears of the night, the life slowly awakes. The first moves of the trees, who reveal their slowly waving in the sha
Sta.sh
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Liebe grüße aus Kiel,
die Wibke
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I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself.
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