No. 292762 [PM]
My Friend has abandonned it all, the sky, the earth. Ascended as they were, high in the mountain secluded, tied to an old tree and dreaming of grand adventures, elfs, hobbits, a fellowship of the quest
And all I wonder about is how many cats does it take to count eight. And on the ninth the ascendancy is complete. Azure blue sky hides in its pocket an army of clouds. In it, no worry. No anxiety, no disturbance. Clouds spread throughout the sky, leaving only one bright spot shining
No. 292765 [PM]
Bob blow up ur local wildberries