in the creeks and lowlands of south terrain, a myth of a real story still remains, of Maria who drowned her babies without shame, and let their pale corpses float aimlessly away, because her man lost interest in her, no love for her lost beauty, no kiss for her bossum, so she cries now lost in some... Sign in to see full entry.
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