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she looked in the mirror for puzzles to solve, mazes and riddles that fade and dissolve.

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

To good times :)

guitar on honey drops. raisin and wine on clear skies.

where's all the rum gone??
breathed by Nymph at 12:38 AM

1 raindrops on the sea:

~Moo-lah Buz!nezzz~ said...

With the pirates.

August 7, 2009 9:44 PM

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