Life is the flash of a firefly in the night.
It is the breath of the buffalo in the winter.
It is the little shadow which runs across the grass
and loses itself in the sunset.
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It is the breath of the buffalo in the winter.
It is the little shadow which runs across the grass
and loses itself in the sunset.
MY WEBSITE | FACEBOOK | BLOG
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