Whenever around the dusk mottled corridors of my world of expectations, the material part of my being harks me back and shrieks in desire; “Where do I get that golden horse that once I cherished for?” every time, my entity reminds me to pause for a while, allowing my stumbling feet to rest for that night and the answers come quite surprisingly in her gentle presence; “There would be a serendipitous encounter when your heart would be opened enough to greet that energy. There you may not find that horse you chased for, may not find any tangible thing to...
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