Travel
Travel
A breath of wind, no sun, the liver is a journey. I cry traveler. When the wind ceramic can have no less than open air for oxygen.. I is one of the tourist tracks and reception in the low and high center Dance shake the leaves. I hate the shadow of a stem Could it be to me along the way. I changed the way I travel longer reached.. Cope with the short future and I pray not. I secretly lit lanterns lost'm okay.
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