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| As the tides turn against us, we move not an inch forward, not an inch back. Still as an inanimate object on a distant island. Holding our stance, clenching tight on what's left of our ideals, we stay stubbornly to forge a different path. A path for me, a path for us. |
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| As we cross path with places we once knew, places we once called ours, places filled with memories, both of laughter and misery, we stop all at once. Regrets of something that could have blossomed, Fictitious characters made up to fill that story, yet regardless of the outcome, you were contented to cross path with it again. Treasure things in the present instead of letting it get away. Learn and let it pass. From Lottie with Love. |
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| Happy Chinese New Year Guys! Have a great horse year ahead! This year, don't forget your families when you're busy. (Reminder to myself) |
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| "The best part of beauty is that of which no picture can express" Oh you effortless beauty, Regardless of angle, sunlight or anything at all, those still images can never be a true reflection of your grace. |
