one day of all last, stubbing from the dark woods from my own, my family and my country’s past, in my hands is truth, that love grows from forgiveness, that from destruction comes renovation, that the evidence of gods exists in our connections to one another. This much, at least, I figured out. I know this much is true.
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洛城旧梦
2024-08-24 01:48
我是请吃饭的
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