God is a cloud from which rain fell. — Dejan Stojanovic, The Sun Watches the Sun
God is a cloud from which rain fell. — Dejan Stojanovic, The Sun Watches the Sun
God is a cloud from which rain fell. — Dejan Stojanovic, The Sun Watches the Sun
God is a cloud from which rain fell. — Dejan Stojanovic, The Sun Watches the Sun
God is a cloud from which rain fell. — Dejan Stojanovic, The Sun Watches the Sun
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God is a cloud from which rain fell.

— Dejan Stojanovic, The Sun Watches the Sun
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