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With hopes of emitting beauty through the art of expression, I write you pieces that come together through days of random thoughts scrolling.

My blog is named "All in good time;" 
 I'm a strong believer of things happening on their own rhythm and pace,
and for the right reasons,
even when the biggest strings and efforts were pulled to achieve them.


Have a good read, I hope you can relate, re-think, and re-post.

With love,

Rana Madanat

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  1. UnknownSeptember 8, 2018 at 11:26 PM

    Wonderful blog! I like what you write! You have a beautiful gift; Keep it glowing!

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