Next to the crying zone

As the baby leafs cried their lullaby songs, the myth joined his forces and stood there, waiting for his pray. The stories were clear: all the tears must come together and make a giant droplet, which would swallow the world and drink all the evil parts of the souls… And though I may be nostalgic, I’m sure not crying, for all the pursuits are demons in disguise and there’s no such thing as legends. Only people… Week and imaginative people. P.S. My title is just allusive to the name given, in my country, to the trees I was near to.

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Bag: United Colors of Benetton

Surprise!!! I've dyed my hair red finally! Like really dying it, not just some reflections, like the previous times! I don't know about you, but I LOOOVE it, I'm soooo happy with the result!

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