#543064 added October 20, 2007 at 2:00pm Restrictions: None
Quickened Paces
Night to day, the chariot awaits, things to do in times of unison, working toward reconciling ones lost relations. To feel the beauty of my skin against my skin, for my skin, to know time shall not fade an inner peace. Frumpy to fabulous, one could only hope.
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