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The Winter Garden, is magical. II believe that both of my parents came back to this earth as robins, and when I worry, they always appear. This to be captures my thoughts, and the words create a beautiful picture. Love it.
Oscar Wilde: Each man kills the thing he loves.Endymion: For his element is grief.Oscar: The crackling salt upon the flameEndymion: His armistice with death.