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Oct 2020
"Oh Aslan..." sighed she.
"I want to lay in your mane of red gold...
will you protect me from the world so cold,
whilst we explore these white lands of old-
behind the doors of my secret wardrobe."


Jennifer AlΓ©
Narnia never stopped existing
Winter
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Winter  27/F/Orion’s Belt
(27/F/Orion’s Belt)   
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