4.26am
a magical
world with frosted
pastel trees ... like twisted
horns appearing to dance in their
stillness alive with little sprites and pixie
spirits my tendrils curling round a pod like little hands
the harpie Nic and cloud clockwork and bisto are not welcome to read my blog or use me in any way , there are thoughts in your own head huns
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