She Is Nature
Originally posted on Speck Of Gold:
She is nature The soft gentle breeze The very air you breathe And the drought, the hurricane Wiping good and evil All the same. Destruction without Discrimination…
Originally posted on Speck Of Gold:
She is nature The soft gentle breeze The very air you breathe And the drought, the hurricane Wiping good and evil All the same. Destruction without Discrimination…
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Originally posted on MY VALIANT SOUL:
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Originally posted on auntytalkytalky:
In this war of crime, I take no sides. A Nation crippled. The amount of news of various evil committed by Men flooding the social media has desensitized me,…
Originally posted on Jessica Marie Baumgartner:
I can’t believe I have to address this again. This seems to be the sentiment from many people in my city, but this is where we’re at.…
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