April of 2012. Good times, I honestly can't remember warmth and flowers and hope like this except in a theoretical sense considering the length of the swedish winter. The night is dark and full of turnips.
April of 2012. Good times, I honestly can’t remember warmth and flowers and hope like this except in a theoretical sense considering the length of the swedish winter. The night is dark and full of turnips.
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