She was in the midst of her ideas, where only strange, coy and passionate thoughts dwelt. She dressed in an imaginary silk and with delicate weaves, she dominated them with delight; sometimes take longer to return there.
Bicho da Seda
She was in the midst of her ideas, where only strange, coy and passionate thoughts dwelt. She dressed in an imaginary silk and with delicate weaves, she dominated them with delight; sometimes take longer to return there.
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