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EXODUS
When I was seven I witnessed the very first sandstorm in my life. I still remember how the wind around me became muddy, and the gaps between buildings were painted with an obscure color of yellow. I saw it, as some divine punishment, a second coming, so the world will be ending, right there, right then.
I Will Only Bring Ruins Upon You.
River | Stars | Forest
AN UNSENT LOVE LETTER, A NEVER-ENDING CURSE.
That was my whimsical childhood dream of course, but years later that scene still stroke back to me, constantly, as my own words echoing inside my head.
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