The Forbidden Forest.  ⇢ l.s.

The Forbidden Forest. ⇢ l.s.

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✵ ✵ ✵ Have you ever wondered about how you're lucky enough to be given a life with a blessing? Doesn't really matter how many, because even one beam, that one special beam of sunlight can make you forget about all the clouds that had ever clouded you, and all those that poured rain in your eyes. It's like a dream. A dream come true...but no, it's still a dream you're living up in your head; only to have it all gone by the time you open your eyes. All Rights Reserved.
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