Pure white And not rustic. Is it eternity Where there is No shadow? I know You all In the clutches of sun.
I could feel how high is your mental. Keep it high. You see a lot of hings. I like the write. Mohabeer Beeharry
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I could feel how high is your mental. Keep it high. You see a lot of hings. I like the write. Mohabeer Beeharry