Laden cards. On a cold, half in tears, with the smoke of burning leaves in the old cemetery. Flames and corrosive to the tickle in the throat, as a powerful fire of Inquisition. Bright and delicate incense surrounded by pale irises in a tiny home church somewhere in Italy. Living and variegated incense with clods of earth and elephant dung from the country where the trust that we as proteins nosimsya in the wheel of rebirth.
If all CDG incense and distributed to different parts of the world religions, the incense Ecclesiae Arte Profumi absorbed all ecstasy, all the sadness, the guilt, and faith.
Beautiful is to shiver.
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