‘Vivacity,

She left none helpless for she is my Victorian era. A Mother, a child, a lost widower in the Sahara. To rise, to rise with the uprising stream. As she lingers with her soul she fought for her agleam. In the shadows they whisper as I feel her vivacity. But nonetheless, the wise spoke of […]

‘Vivacity,

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