when we were young and held up in the air with gossamer strings of mirth and grace.
Monday, December 22, 2008
About Me
- Name: doriandra
- Location: United States
بلخ الحية، والموسيقى في مرحلة ما بعد المعاصرة المستقاة من ملذات الخراب.
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3 Comments:
How we skipped thru the long grass of joy, Merry Xmas my dear...
Still looking damn fine though.
Happy Christmas!
Feliz Ano Novo. Grande abraço.
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