tempestletrope "Your eyes are like the glow from the Lamps of Zacag," Rad sighed, caressing Isabella's cheek. "Soft, mysterious, lovely."
Sunday Music
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Yesterday a friend and me finally made it into a balloon and up in the air.
It was the sixth attempt, always something was not right : Thunderstorm,
temper...
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