Date Range
Date Range
Date Range
Saturday, April 7, 2012. 169; 2009 - 2011, and written by. Wednesday, November 16, 2011.
Monday, May 28, 2012. When the year grows old. It seems so long ago. And I cannot but unfold. The lovely little poems, which. When written, called with joy.
The Chronicles of the Purple Horse. Wednesday, March 7, 2012. Heyyyyy everyone whos reading this, I know I havent posted on here in a VERY long time. well really only like 3 months. ANYWAY im stuck in my room right now. im sooooooooo boreddddddddddddd I have this amazing calander and it has pictures of cupcakes for different month! So march is penguins! It even shows you how to make the cupcakes! Ok now im hungry. so thats pretty much itttt. Saturday, November 5, 2011.
Rhapsody in Blueberry combines two things I love, the gorgeous, 18 minute long piece by George Gershwin with an amazing clarinet solo starting the peice and blueberries. And black, straw, rasp and cran berries! There is much more to just that in this blog. So, please, enjoy! Tuesday, April 10, 2012. Potq4 oiuhqtv3 ufdhjfhijiouqszijoiuqshiuiukkajy89aY789S1y78zmy89my89y78934879yw45jvw89k23k0jjyfjj0w9jtwkku8wkfjy7ertwyjrtwdy7ak0kwYMN UOQMU8WEYM9EWTY7Q80Y9M803490MY89m0GW4IJOV XN VW2 NV 5 BVC 18H5IUNHM2.
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9829; Franchis les obstacles à cloche-pied. 9829; En attendant que te pousse des ailes. 9829; Pour aller toucher le ciel. Abonne-toi à mon blog! Je ne riz plus.
Não sei ao certo o formato que isso aqui vai tomar. nem tampouco me preocupo em rotular. casas, crenças, castas, cores pessoas. Fiquei olhando ele dormindo, pensando no quanto é feio de boca aberta. Os dentes amarelecidos por causa do cigarro. Bom dia - ele bocejou, me interrogando com os olhos quanto tempo estaria eu a observá-lo. Bom dia - respondi então. Nem sempre foi assim, é bem verdade. Não Eu não podia mais.