The Birth of Solitude
24/12/2010
When the ashes that had turned into ashes pined for consciousness, the cosmic winds unconsciously drew them together, and in that most primeval alchemy were sown the seeds of love.

When the ashes that had turned into ashes pined for consciousness, the cosmic winds unconsciously drew them together, and in that most primeval alchemy were sown the seeds of love.
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