Dark Skies
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Ostatnia publikacja śr., mar 18, 2020
I have heard an odd saying that states that the skies appearance at the time of your birth symbolises your future temperament. So, if you happen to be born when the sky is clear and cloudless, then it is possible that you will be a calm child with minimal problems. However, if you happen to be born in the night, then you are the child of the Devil. I find this hard to believe because how could half the world be children of Lucifer? I do not believe the Devil could possibly be that popular with the ladies. It seems quite ludicrous. I, of course, was born on the darkest night since Klara Hitler delivered her son, Adolf, who went on to be the cause of six million Jew's deaths.
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