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mischler

Oh ! A light gust of wind and our thoughts fly away in the sun of your hair and our gaze drowns in the curves of your body. Thank you Olga, we miss you a lot, glad you're back and you bring us smiles and flowers, like this young woman, mysterious cousin whom we would like to take by the hand to get lost in the mountains, fragile angel with porcelain skin. Thank you dear Olga