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Introduction	Imagine this.... The white sand brushed across her feet as she walked through the foamy waves of the moonlight's shadow. Sounds of a piano raced through the night. There, in the middle of nowhere, sits a table with wine, strawberries, and a journal. Pensively, yet with a certain surety, she reaches to open the journal. Her face of serenity and porcelain-liked peace laid hidden a world of poverty, greed, money, and love. The pages are filled with dreams of hope-recipes of happiness-one might say. Photography, psychology, experiencing the endless cultures and hope of a blissful family encircles the gray, scribbles pages. Perhaps one day, this world can be filled with peace, more miracles, and simply charity. Perhaps one-day compulsive liars and people who think too much of themselves will cease to exist from this universe. Perhaps...she will see all this one day. Just imagine...

Gender

Female

Introduction

Imagine this.... The white sand brushed across her feet as she walked through the foamy waves of the moonlight's shadow. Sounds of a piano raced through the night. There, in the middle of nowhere, sits a table with wine, strawberries, and a journal. Pensively, yet with a certain surety, she reaches to open the journal. Her face of serenity and porcelain-liked peace laid hidden a world of poverty, greed, money, and love. The pages are filled with dreams of hope-recipes of happiness-one might say. Photography, psychology, experiencing the endless cultures and hope of a blissful family encircles the gray, scribbles pages. Perhaps one day, this world can be filled with peace, more miracles, and simply charity. Perhaps one-day compulsive liars and people who think too much of themselves will cease to exist from this universe. Perhaps...she will see all this one day. Just imagine...