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KADOSA

Come wayward souls, who wander through the darkness. There is a light for the lost and the meek. Sorrow and fear are easily forgotten, when you submit to the soil of the earth. Grow, tiny seed, you are gone to the tree. Rise, till your leaves fill the sky, until your sighs fill the air in the night. Lift your mighty limbs, and give praise to the fire. 

White betta fish

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The world is weird when it comes to art because everyone expects there to always be music to listen to and movies to watch and video games to play and cartoons to plop their kids in front of and watercolor paintings on dentists’ walls and gaudy desktop wallpapers but? ? No one wants to? ? Pay? ? Artists? ? ? ? ?