The pond is in the sky, the trees are singing, fluffy, white clouds are shining - it is as a utopian fantasy - tiptoeing barefoot across the Plains of Alissia, the luscious, wet grass whipping round my bare ankles, prancing around like a fairground pony.
Posted By: malkybarkid, Sep 18, 13:46:27
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