Deep down, something tells me it's going to be all right. That the paths are crooked but the arrival is certain. That there are beautiful things waiting out front, if we believe. And I believe, I live to believe. And I believe that what really matters is not the stones I find on the way, but the flowers I carry with me, inside my heart.
Great photo and very beautiful. Thank you!
Thank you :)
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