There is really no exit beneath the sky. Every open door leads to another room. There is always another room.
There is really no exit beneath the sky. Every open door leads to another room. There is always another room.
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Thanks a lot for the reblog and for the visit. They make it worthwhile. (:
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Your writing always makes it worthwhile! 🙂
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Lots of love 🙂
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