purepleasure
Sabine, a name on my lips that has a flavor that time cannot erase. Fairy-like things, this little creature that arrived, stayed, and now lives within my solitude. She appears and suddenly disappears, but I know she hasn't gone away, she stays hidden, I can almost hear her breathing, moving things around just so I know she's still there. Hmmm... smells of vanilla, this cake must be delicious.
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