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lauramakabresku: “ Foxy Cradle The place is cold and empty. We lie deep down into the ground. I can hear death working gradually around us. Milions of other bodies which died solitarily. We clasp each other even stronger. The cradle must not.

Fantasy | Magical | Fairytale | Surreal | Enchanting | Mystical | Myths | Legends | Stories | Dreams | Adventures | Natalia Drepina - Crowned in the Fall

She was a forest, like the dark interlacing of the oak wood, humming audibly with myriad unfolding buds. Meanwhile the birds of desire were asleep in the vast interlaced intricacy of her body - D.

Robe VERT MONOPRIX KIDS – Monoprix.fr

Robe VERT MONOPRIX KIDS – Monoprix.fr