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hibiscus' mektoub

I am following the lines, flowing through their constraint.

Blue as a quest for the path, seeking by what it is not. Red as full potential achievement, a breach instant of creative tension.

From err to truth.

I want to be on the road again. I want to move, I want to feel the first sight of lovingly wonder, I want to feel an unknown light and touch on my skin, I want to gaze from a new smell, I want to feed my excitement.

Hibiscus has to release blue before surrendering to taint in red.

In truth lies err.

I am ready to let go of you.

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