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- Lenny is heading to Devconnect and @lens/ethglobal İstanbul
- lyon « beaux arts » museum
- the photo shoot of the nirvana best seller
« nevermind »
the batt still working
- « god hand’s »
this wonder of the universe is located in the orion nebula.
- - le chevalier aux fleurs - the reflect on his chest took more than a year to be paint by the french master Rochegrosse
an hidden gem
- the 1986 Basquiat list of celebrity’s he likes the most, timeless
- thank me later
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- LOS PANCHOS - FIGUEROS
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Once upon a time, in a bustling city where stress and anxiety ruled the day, there was a young man named Oliver. Oliver was a kind-hearted and gentle soul, who always went out of his way to help others, no matter what.
Despite the pressures of living in such a demanding environment, Oliver never lost his sense of compassion and empathy. He would often volunteer at local shelters and charities, bringing smiles to the faces of those in need.
However, as time went on, Oliver found himself increasingly frustrated with the harsh realities of city life. He watched as people became more and more selfish, willing to do whatever it takes to get ahead, even if it meant sacrificing their morals and values.
In his desperation to find a way to cope with the stress and chaos around him, Oliver began to make poor choices. He turned to drugs and alcohol as a means of escaping the harsh reality of the world he lived in.
Before he knew it, Oliver had fallen in with a bad crowd. He found himself wearing a black suit and joining the ranks of angry and disillusioned men, who had also lost their way in the midst of the city's chaos.
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Azrael, the Angel of Death, roamed the earth in search of heavy souls. He was tasked with the sacred duty of releasing them from their mortal coils and guiding them to the afterlife. Azrael had seen it all - from the pious to the wicked, from the young to the old, from the rich to the poor. Every soul had a story to tell, and Azrael listened to each one with the utmost reverence.
One day, Azrael was summoned to the bedside of a dying man. The man had led a life of sin and debauchery, and his soul was heavy with the weight of his transgressions. Azrael approached the man with a gentle touch, his wings shimmering in the light of the dying man's candle.
"I am Azrael, the Angel of Death," he said. "I am here to guide you to the afterlife."
The man trembled in fear, for he knew the fate that awaited him. But Azrael's touch was soothing, and the man began to feel a sense of peace wash over him.
As Azrael began to lead the man's soul away from his body, he felt the weight of the man's sins begin to lift. The man's soul became lighter and lighter, until it was almost weightless. Azrael smiled, knowing that the man had been released from the burden of his misdeeds.
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In the vast and scorching Sahara desert, two women walked, their feet sinking into the shifting sand with every step. One was a being of light, her skin glowing with a soft radiance that seemed to emanate from within. The other was a dark being, her features obscured by the shadows that clung to her like a shroud.
As they walked, the world around them seemed to shift and twist, blurring the line between reality and fiction. Strange creatures appeared in the distance, half-animal, half-human, their forms flickering and fading like mirages.
The being of light seemed to revel in the surreal landscape, smiling and laughing as she danced through the sand, her movements fluid and graceful. The dark being, by contrast, walked with a stoic determination, her eyes fixed on some unseen goal.
Despite their differences, the two women seemed to share a connection that went beyond words. They moved in perfect unison, their steps synchronized as they navigated the shifting dunes.
As the sun began to dip below the horizon, the two women came upon a small oasis, its waters glittering in the fading light. The being of light rushed forward, her hands outstretched, while the dark being hung back, her expression guarded.
But as the being of light dipped her toes into the cool waters, she suddenly cried out in pain. The water seemed to burn her skin, and she recoiled, tears streaming down her face.
The dark being stepped forward then, her hand outstretched. Without a word, she plunged her hand into the water, pulling out a writhing, black serpent.
With a swift motion, she snapped the serpent's neck, tossing it aside. Then she turned to the being of light, her eyes softening.
"You must be careful," she said. "In this world, nothing is as it seems."
The being of light nodded, her hand reaching out to grasp the dark being's. And together, they continued on their journey, navigating the surreal landscape of the Sahara desert, where reality and fiction were hopelessly intertwined.
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- Spring is blossoming, and it's time for a walk-and-go trip!