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Listen to my story for a minute
My dream is to be a hatyab one dent stalker looking at such photos the desire increases
My wings are always with me
The smell of fresh grass. The noise of the cornhusker. I'm back in my childhood
Not in the subject , my passport is over
Cold water, my feet are freezing
Walking through a birch grove with my husband
My vacation should look exactly like this
A lot of pink roses fell at my feet
Rainbow flowerbed in my native garden
The best bouquet in my life
A gift for you my love