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"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 Alé
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Oct 6, 2020
Oct 6, 2020 at 3:13 AM UTC
Aslan
"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 Alé
Narnia never stopped existing
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Oct 6, 2020 at 3:13 AM UTC
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