01-17-2018, 07:01 PM
Rolling in the hills of South Carolina, there lived a fair beauty. Her body was charred despite the embers that still glowed at her feet. She was a small thing who enjoyed the woods. Birds, deer, foxes. They all loved her like Snow White. She often burst into songs...some irish and some hebrew others were wordless and simply hummed like the purr of a large cat. She once told me a story of how she enjoyed traveling but she did not like the cold. The snow and ice froze her. She often prefered to travel to the deep south and see her family in Mexico.
In 2016, when the sun set dotted the sky pink in the late evening, Listeria Monocytogenes reared it's ugly head and we had to recall all the pretty things. My fair beauty was one of them. She was whisked away and hidden in Asheville. My poor love! My poor darling! Bittersweet on my swollen tongue! Give me those wings and tear them off so we may escape the mirror glass cage! Oh my sweetness, my princess, my love, my precious little chickpea. How I yearn to take you away!
1 horse from 1 kingdom in 3 days
If success, you will come stay with me by the sea for 1 Beqanna year.
In 2016, when the sun set dotted the sky pink in the late evening, Listeria Monocytogenes reared it's ugly head and we had to recall all the pretty things. My fair beauty was one of them. She was whisked away and hidden in Asheville. My poor love! My poor darling! Bittersweet on my swollen tongue! Give me those wings and tear them off so we may escape the mirror glass cage! Oh my sweetness, my princess, my love, my precious little chickpea. How I yearn to take you away!
1 horse from 1 kingdom in 3 days
If success, you will come stay with me by the sea for 1 Beqanna year.