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mystique garden: August 2009
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The place were we can call own. 1 "A kiss is a lovely trick, designed by nature, to stop words when speech becomes superfluous.". Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two. Captain Corelli's Mandolin6. "Love is the beauty of the soul.". 16 "She wa...
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mystique garden: WINTER MOONLIGHT
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The place were we can call own. 1 "A kiss is a lovely trick, designed by nature, to stop words when speech becomes superfluous.". Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two. Captain Corelli's Mandolin6. "Love is the beauty of the soul.". 16 "She wa...
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mystique garden: December 2009
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The place were we can call own. 1 "A kiss is a lovely trick, designed by nature, to stop words when speech becomes superfluous.". Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two. Captain Corelli's Mandolin6. "Love is the beauty of the soul.". 16 "She wa...