wrinkle(free)

primitive

In my dream, I was riding a kalesa. It was a horse driven ancestral carriage. I was going forward towards the mountains. It’s like I was going to a journey in my past. The surrounding and smell was so familiar.

Hey guys, things are getting better and thanks......... Sending you all my best regards-

fail

Something's going on but it's hard to talk. When everything seem to be failing.....I still try reaching out.......

Saved by an angel

She cannot believed it, her boy had been saved by an angel. In her mind, she saw an angel but what were they saying? The man was saying that she saved her own boy and now she's dead..............

save

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