Firstly, I am Tempest Valkura; a ready friend. Mad love to everyone I do send . . . . and secondly, this:
I don't know you, but I hope you don't mind that I stopped to tell you that I think that you are beautiful. I have never spoken to you or written to you even online, but I hope that you know you are. Smile for a stranger today, will or won't you? Days in time, you'll flow through and become wiser. Lackluster the the skin and lines of white begin, but knowledge more than wit will come without an adviser. You'll know that in your heyday and even still now you were and are more than a face to people; you'll know that to a stranger a smile is like a blossom's sepal. The beauty lying inside will be purported when, with a smile, it is supported. A stranger wishes, if he may, you to have a happy day...
The, now smiling, Stranger
The Not-So-Sane Rantings of a Troubled Soul
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