Thursday 15 January 2009 photo 2/2
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A winter land chilled by winds, a squirell in the trees and our steps are alone in the snow, next to eachother we hold hands and smile, a gental brease clears the foggy fresh air and pick up your hair like a caressed cheek, Your smile and hand is my Then, Now and Furture of passion
© Y-Rebellious
Betygsätt
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© Y-Rebellious
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