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Cottage Core
“
And autumn died long before the sun touched the last leaf;
for death forgets every winter for as long as summer blossoms for itself;
For the art of everyone is close to the idea and dwells in thoughts.
For every thought rises in the morning - and every beginning
is the closest to us in the end, and eventually takes
a lifetime to complete itself.
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CHURCH WINDOWS ARE MY MIRRORS
Blessed are the scars and the holiness of our hearts.
Only saints break it without remorse for sinners, I expect nothing else but playing their part with our gentle soul.
Church windows are my mirrors and prayers my gate to heavens end - I find everything by losing myself-nothing was ever lost from the beginning.
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