A white page has its own beauty. It lie in the absence, within this desert where pleasure curves its foolish hopes. A field not seeded or even burned yet, a life wanting to begin in utopia of freedom.

You are a story unwritten, and the pages are craving for your unique perception. All these feverish angst, hesitation and refusal are part of a rich plot.

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