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Nov 2024
Little child wanders,
wild forest whispers through the air,
Grandma stirs her ***.

Wrinkles tell her tale,
sentimental tears falling,
lonely nights persist.

Pregnant skies grow ripe,
radiant but angry clouds,
fist of thunder strikes.
Nemusa
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Nemusa  F/Purgatorju
(F/Purgatorju)   
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