Frosty lady of unknowable age, ponders lost moments as indigo and fuchsia rose-of-sharons and violets watch on, contemplating the idea of pointillism. What kind of underwater dwelling is so translucent? She was a farmer her whole life, and now she aches to put her hands in the soil. She will come to realize that she will live forever, and she will spare no effort in illuminating each day with the secrets of the universe by way of one surreal experience after another.
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like your new pix. i sent link to lackaleen. call me.
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