Dies mei
magna umbra, qui tollis angustias mundi succide dolorem corde meo
25 Jul 2006
My delight
I lived with her.
In that place, winter is long, less sun and the sky heavily covered with white.
She was my delight.
She comes up and sit on my lap, she was warm.
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