
Heaven on Earth, bastion of imagineer’s sweven smoker, currently out-churning deiform encounters fore horizon’s rufescent rise—cool in warmth, cozy in chill—let it roll, let it fall, let it breathe, let it be. ; )
Heaven on Earth, bastion of imagineer’s sweven smoker, currently out-churning deiform encounters fore horizon’s rufescent rise—cool in warmth, cozy in chill—let it roll, let it fall, let it breathe, let it be. ; )
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