... Spring does not knock you enter secure
as the smoke penetrates every crevice she
has lips meat hair grain
that fear, that wants me take your hand.
That fear, which should take you far away ... "
(F. De André)
This year is very much undecided or, perhaps, will come suddenly. So, in cold rainy nights, dreaming of warm sunny days, flowering trees and colorful flowers, we sewed our new bags. They are all easily achievable. It may be that the short you will be able to post a detailed explanation.
This is meant for the beach. We made of waxed cotton combined with a transparent green apple: the effect seems nice.
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