and as i flip through an old photo album full of unknown faces i feel as if i've met every single one of them because that's how she made you feel. My grandmother made art from capturing moments and they make you journey through her life with her and feel her sadness and happiness and...love, and even though she wasn't a sentimental women you felt the love from her art, even long after her departure.
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{2} never alone.
Поезія"...we're hopelessly complicated and beautifully entwined, maybe we're ignorantly emancipated and selfishly try to prove it wrong..." lowercase intended.
