Collective Be it silent or wailing the veracity of good men and women clusters on the earth’s surface forming a fine sand of good intentions pureness and tolerance In vigor and substance lives shape lives hearts weave into hearts worlds collide not with crash and rumble but with the gentle sear of... Sign in to see full entry.
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