Alexandre A. Loch

If we knew when we woke up that it would be the last day of our lives, we would transform every little act of our daily humdrum into small farewells.

If we knew when we woke up that it would be the last day of our lives, we would transform every little act of our daily humdrum into small farewells.

– Alexandre A. Loch –

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