Anytime, anywhere. Earl grey is always the very core of the day.
Tell me, gentle flowers, teardrops of the stars, standing in the garden, nodding your heads to the bees as they sing of the dews and the sunbeams, are you aware of the fearful doom that awaits you?
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
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