Day 998, on your path. Grinding rough edges. Shame turned into dust. That seems to fly. But settles on your path. Nochrisis Het slijpen van ruwe randen. Schaamte wordt tot stof. Dat lijkt weg te vliegen. Maar beland op je pad. Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Related Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (Address never made public) Name Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email.
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