Out of mind… Sometimes, when prompted I go out of mind I’m not in yours, or mine but unconfined I roam across the lake into the sky where lambent moonlight yields a resupply . . . . . credits: Beleaguered Servant Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related
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When I was a child, even I used to wave a hand and say tata to the pilot 😂. I would like to answer your last question, MY LIFE IS A ROLLER COASTER RIDE 😜…And your answers are really interesting 😊 Happy Blogging… LikeLike
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Wooow ! Thank you so much Sneha .My pleasure 🙂
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You’re welcome😊
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There you go –> https://peopleandthoughts.com/2018/02/19/liebster-award-people-and-thoughts/
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When I was a child, even I used to wave a hand and say tata to the pilot 😂. I would like to answer your last question, MY LIFE IS A ROLLER COASTER RIDE 😜…And your answers are really interesting 😊 Happy Blogging…
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Thank you Sneha . Happy Blogging .
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