I opened the box. It is curious that my destiny now return it just as a Christmas gift to me ...
Fate so willed it and went back to get my hands on to hope, she and I, alone, again. Perhaps it knows I need to learn to fly. I seemed delicate and exquisite, something worth examining in depth. Everyone sees it seems, everyone sees her appearance, but ... What is reality?
may not be more than a light that serves as a fairy to accompany the walkers who bet on his way deep into the wild jungles of shadows. Maybe it's just a spark, a divine spark that we find when we rubs his wings. Or maybe just be another type of butterfly in a box nailed to show our great wealth
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