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- December 28, 2020

Would you run down the mind's long, unknown corridors with eyes closed, faith's instinct your compass?

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: Santa Monica, California, United States; All rights reserved. ©2024.Solomon M. Matsas. This blog is about stories and images. Stories are my own, images are random. All for fun, hobby.

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