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The light house
Once in a blue moon, we find ourselves with a particular group, in a certain house, in the heart of the city. I shall call it the light house. As we all take our own journeys through the many days ahead, with much hope we will all find ourselves with many lovely stories to tell. Knowing the warmth of the laughter we share, I invite these nights to come closer so we may hold each other again.



Darling
Her absence is a darkness I can see



Aaron Lesta
Many days spent with a friend on his journey to build an empire















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