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We go through Earth, Water, Fire and we rise again into the Air with wings made of light.

We are born again, like the Phoenix bird, greater, wiser, stronger.

 

You hide behind armor, the wounds are covered with scars of silver chains with blue glitter.

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I’d love to see that when my jewelries are worn, the day becomes beautiful and the world a brighter place

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My Precious

The precious things in your life, those you always carry in your heart are not objects. They are your roots, your feelings, your memories,your dreams, all of which define you.

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