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Emblems of a solemn pride

Bent trees in the wind

In the open with no place to hide.

You leave behind people you love and see death as leaving all the friends you can't remember. kenwsimpson.blogspot.com

Facades and friendly faces images entered in the ledger of hopes and expectations. kenwsimpson.blogspot.com

Life is not beautiful or nad but something in between a mass of contradictions with cultures and dreams. kenwsimpson.blogspoy.com