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A dream rushing forward full of shine, faux fur, and dancing.
“And she touched my back, and said: Where are your wings?
I could feel them right then. It was the way she touched me. Like she was drawing my wings on.”
A dream rushing forward full of shine, faux fur, and dancing.
“And she touched my back, and said: Where are your wings?
I could feel them right then. It was the way she touched me. Like she was drawing my wings on.”