As daylight’s moments unfurl into resplendent hours, time dances before us. Whenever I gaze upon the looking glass, a vision of my own feminine essence greets me; a whimsical whisper of self twirling gracefully upon the carousel’s edge, wrapped in a riddle of endless wonder.
Thomas Slatin, Only The Moon Understands The Beauty Of Love
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