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Il y a des soirs comme ça. La nuit de la Caméléone. Sous le duvet des soirs tranquilles. Après une longue absence,. La nuit de la sirène bleue. La jeune fille et la mer. La bulle et le magicien. La nuit bleue des canards. A propos de ce blog. Sur Il y a des soirs comme ça. Split augmentin pills in half.
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Wednesday, November 7, 2012. My little girl has her first loose tooth, and since we made her big brother a monster tooth pillow. She was really excited for one of her own. This time we chose to do one a little bit more suited to a princess. Her room is pink and black, so I wanted to match it. Then I cut out all of my pieces. I used a zigzag stitc.
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Se ne vanno a metà. Lievi come respiri sulla fronte. Intermittenze in veli di penombra. Che ho smesso di chiamare. Ormai che le perdono ogni mancanza. E so quanto sia labile il confine. Tra la follia dei santi. E la normalità presunta degli umani. Eludono i ripari della logica. E sono tutti qui tra suolo e cielo. Fanno sembrare un parlottio di stelle.