Pitter-patter go the hands striking the soothingly warm solution, laughter rings like church bells on this crisp, warm, summer's day, cleansed by delicate air filled bubbles, her laughter soon will subside, as the angel's brown eyes tucker down.... for the night... so innocent. things of this world... Sign in to see full entry.
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