Hi! Girls!
Each of us has independent powers. Personally, I love tapping into my own! My natural reservoirs of beauty lore fervor the graces of rose and pink blushers toward the temples of teased, prin hair. Aulah' Gresha. For, my own desires come knocked upon a prim basket of tin tin, sans Charese's wayward attemptance of love. The costs far outweight the reiro. Yet, in remorse, I find that what is known as personal power earns the reflective of a Christmas saint.
How pretty is pretty? Lest one finds the graces of hope and beauty, finding Grace, follows under the plausibles of Our Love For Beauty. Hold what is fresh, tight. And, hold what is hoped for, lockined into a notepapaer of Romachi, Linguin.
XoXoXo,
Kharese
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