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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
If I were to reflect, embrace all my memories and release them to scatter among the caressing wind. Watch them swirl amid the aspiring stars breaking through the night sky, it would not heal the pain flowing from within.
There is a moment, a rhythm that draws from inside, echoing in every breath upon the breeze. A place where sorrow follows with a graceful ease, calling with the ebbing tide.
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
If I were to reflect, embrace all my memories and release them to scatter among the caressing wind. Watch them swirl amid the aspiring stars breaking through the night sky, it would not heal the pain flowing from within.
There is a moment, a rhythm that draws from inside, echoing in every breath upon the breeze. A place where sorrow follows with a graceful ease, calling with the ebbing tide.