Slowly, one by one, the stars turn brighter than before. Brighter and brighter. Almost blinding. They paint a picture of hope, light-years away; where no one of us exists nor matters. Peace. Stars are peace.
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1,5 minutes – 35 words
Slowly, one by one, the stars turn brighter than before. Brighter and brighter. Almost blinding. They paint a picture of hope, light-years away; where no one of us exists nor matters. Peace. Stars are peace.
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1,5 minutes – 35 words
reflections of an unquiet mind 