Time seems to have stood still. River flowing right beside your house hold sleep lip, and if little ears like Cock and hear thunder of horses hooves. That is up from the mountain, come lads stories, witches and Cosanzene. But many many more not happen in copper-colored woods. Certainly, hundreds of sheep, many have seen them through many adventures and to be passed when the gate Stanii found themselves with unwelcome guest, the bear.
All they seem to be milder under warm quilts where you curl your heart. Here everything is possible, Mill House Dreams
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