Warm Cinnamon Nights
Warm Cinnamon Nights
She watched the ice flowers on the window pane fade...het eyes slowly closed in the cinnamon scented bubbles and the soft darkness told stories to the laughing moon.
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She watched the ice flowers on the window pane fade...het eyes slowly closed in the cinnamon scented bubbles and the soft darkness told stories to the laughing moon.
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