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My blurbs from prompts app.
In the night sky there is a quiet slur of words only spoken amongst stars. The stars, they speak of things come to past and things to come they speak of the present hopes and dream of the world.
In the night sky there is a quiet slur of words only spoken amongst stars. The stars, they speak of things come to past and things to come they speak of the present hopes and dream of the world.