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Letters From The White RoomDear Mommy,Letters From The White Room
I don`t know this place, or at least I can`t remember. It's a very lonely place with white walls and peeling paint. The only thing in here besides me is a bed in the right hand corner of the room, the sheets are all messy and it looks dirty and I wonder if I was sleeping there or not. I feel very lucky to have a window in my room and I find myself looking out it often. There is such a beautiful view of the mountains here and when the sun sets big and orange in the sky it sets over those very mountains that I watch every day. Although there are bars on the windows that block my view of such a nice sunset. Below me I wa


The Story of Winter"I have to give you something," he said lightly, looking up at the expanse of sky stretched as far as the eye could see. "That's the way these things go. A deal is a deal."The Story of Winter
"Right," I replied distractedly, wondering what he was gazing at.
"How about winter? I'll give you winter."
The night was cloudless. Inviting. I think I would live in the stars, if I could. I glanced at him, studying his profile. I wasn't sure if he was mocking me or if he actually meant anything he said. I would never find out. I
yeah?
we'll go create, I wold love to see anything and everything you come up with...
thanks for the
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fotografia reklamowa - Gdynia
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Total Eclipse Studios
Michelle McIntyre
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smile- it confuses people
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