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Monday, August 15, 2011

They brought us into a deadly game: Hope.

Photo by Starr Jiang.

Posted by ѕтαrr at 9:54 PM

ѕтαrr: Some say she is a diviner, one that is omniscient, secluded, and not to be perturbed. Like a jay, she flew to uncharted lands, a sentry as she glided among the stars. She is a feeble mastermind, an incompetent legacy; a living oxymoron. In our cacophony, our pledge to Mother Earth, we fail to hear the unspoken secrets, and we never witness the dance of the butterflies. Perhaps tomorrow is the day the papillon will arise as someone of her own, and we will see truth in its rawest form.

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