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Jul 2013
christmas lights in the walls even though it´s march,
the smell of incense,
always had candles lit up
it seemed magical.

Her own little world.
Her fanatsy.
Her escape from reality.
Her safe  land.
whispertotheair
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   Pure LOVE and Gracen Wolf
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