And this morning, I woke up to the fairies dancing.
– : o : –
In the afternoon, it hailed again. I love the sound of the hail against the glass roof. And how the shyly spring green lawn outside the windows gets white contours.
And this morning, I woke up to the fairies dancing.
– : o : –
In the afternoon, it hailed again. I love the sound of the hail against the glass roof. And how the shyly spring green lawn outside the windows gets white contours.
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