Souls rub anguished atop altars altering not proto-Adam's rib dust ~ Stultifying the grip and grapple of Testamental Abraham's bib trust by Ｉｎｇｒｉｄ

Jul 2017

Cold Connie Candice Clover, let's climb a clingingly-cautious,
****-cured, crisp cypress tree on fatherless-****-run Cyprus

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