Anya, January '09I remember the wintry days her mother and I spent in Sicily, trudging with glee in ancient ruins, she pregnant, me thrilled, and now time has passed and turned a seed into a beautiful girl.
23.3.09
A glowing Bean
Anya, January '09I remember the wintry days her mother and I spent in Sicily, trudging with glee in ancient ruins, she pregnant, me thrilled, and now time has passed and turned a seed into a beautiful girl.
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