snowy
Today went Sneh. I have joy. Want to run out into the street, to sculpt a snowman. I feel in my element. Tied a black scarf on his head a turban, headscarf pavloposadsky on the neck and down to loud. And they hid in their homes though. We'll see. Today, with Mary, we come out into the street, look at the village. And I'm here in beautiful red hair dye without ammonia.
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