Within my silence there is a deep rolling thunder, and with every breath the rocks of my dam fall away. As I let go of my thoughts, the gates open, and the merky floods the spillway.
The storm has left a war torn shell behind, but like the, still standing, ruins of old ages, all things will be renewed.
Life will endure, life will prevail and no matter what, life will go on.
💚The Crazy Celt

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