Event. Rare starts plump the cushion of capacity. Awareness plunges deeper, down-lining emotion. Raising a storm over fantasy. Dragging thoughts into a different dimension. A flower is round around the sword of honor. Eyes are committed to a polite excursion. The beams of restlessness subside, waves... Sign in to see full entry.
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