We love ourselves too often and need reach out much more often. It is a social responsibility and it effects the environment also.
The sea collapsed in the beautiful tempest. Jewels flushed down with them. Speculators on the rocks drink gin and tonic. Weary of the winding road they pull over to see the graffiti. Memories twist with a tempest.
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