This illustration tells the story of love that doesn’t realise any bound and stretches to unknown domains where it might get relinquished but finds a sense of belonging.
You say you love the colour of the sky, the green of the grass, the raindrops, and everything else. Are you one of us?”
“I know all the seasons of this planet. I know the past, and I am the future.
I made it to life, with these limbs, eyes, and mouth. I am also built with every ounce to sense love, envy, betrayal, and loneliness. And, it is here I sense belonging.
I made it to life, with these limbs, eyes, and mouth. I am also built with every ounce to sense love, envy, betrayal, and loneliness. And, it is here I sense belonging.
Yet, they say, I am not one of you.
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