Posted on Sep 28, 2005 | 4500 views
My world, the peasant girl, the lion. Our sky is blue, but we stand in shame. The seashell makes us blossom, but darkens the sky for the spirit children whom it cannot see. They are there, where we came from, but we lost them in our blue skies. Let us find them again...
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