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BILLYBOBJOE46
Nov 05, 2020 05:01PM
“Dad?” My feet floating weightlessly over the clouds as I walked towards my father. He stood at the edge of a pearly white cloud, looking down and admiring his creations. He wore a white robe and gol...Посмотреть все беседы