when i sing she doesn't care; when i whistle she looks at me expectantly
how beautiful.
Thank you, little augury. I can't get over the pure yellow color of the gold leaf walls on the temple against the blue-white snow. Extraordinary, isn't it?
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how beautiful.
Thank you, little augury. I can't get over the pure yellow color of the gold leaf walls on the temple against the blue-white snow. Extraordinary, isn't it?
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