Title: Optional

Text: Beloved. There are days when nothing seems right. When every shell you pick up on the winding shore is broken. When the silken treasure slips through your fingers too quickly. When comforts are empty. And the world is noise. On those jagged edged days, when the wind is screaming for a reason only she understands. And you find yourself all alone. Turn your face to the sun. There is goodness in the world, that even rivers of tears cannot erase. Jeder Absatz wird ein Test sein.

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