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Dawn’s Secret Ways

When I was born dawn’s secret ways tattooed a map upon my heart. Vivid rays impatiently drawing every moment a butterfly’s wings brushed the sun. Until my soul was a museum of extraordinary things opening its doors first to myself then to the world.

Dawn’s Secret Ways

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