ирина, 54 - 20 ноября 2009 19:21

She has been lived and flied. She drunk glittewine and laughted, Depicting rain or snawfall. Her hands were burned of starlight. She always observed movements at sky. She made her dwelling cozy and shy. She always thought about soulmate. She goes and danced as gracious cat. But niose of century didn't give her a choice: She could not find man whom she wanted

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