I'd like to dig into your dreams and discover which colors they are made of. Every morning, the echo of your smile jumps straight to the sky and, during the night, it falls to the ground like firefly rain.
- Manuela Camporaso
Apr 22, 2017
Apr 22, 2017 at 7:27 PM UTC
I'd like to dig into your dreams and discover which colors they are made of. Every morning, the echo of your smile jumps straight to the sky and, during the night, it falls to the ground like firefly rain.
- Manuela Camporaso
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