Overhanging branches appeared as I rose to the breeze of winter. This season, sends the respiratory system a cooling in a euphoric sense, even for the wildlife nearby. The branch looked suddenly rigid, this tree aware of frosts warm sting. I have a 17-Day journey ahead, so some of these new and fruitbearing cousins have to be observed with seriousness. Right then I knew the future would bring a new fruit. Blue first, and Gold finally.
Dedication as a restoration of the sacred fire
That I see no harm in, as she glows violet for a moment in my left hand above the pointer nail.
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