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all that meets the eye
is but an illusion, truth
lives between the lines
About the Creator
Rhe
human making art
Hall of mirrors
Things used to matter, before all the noise. And at that time when things still had meaning, there had been dreaming too, when dreams still mattered. And the brightest dream from those times was full of mountains and seas and smiles and the types of passion that absorbs you the way a dog is absorbed by witnessing something for the first time: with absolute presence, and awe.
By Giulia Viti4 days ago in Fiction
Comments (2)
Great job ♡
So true! Lovely.