Angel of Fire

Golden SpiritHappiness no longer eludes me, it is not a mystery to be found by science. it came right to me, found me on the ground. Poked me in the side. "You getting up, soon?" Happiness seems nice. Maybe I'll visit with this laughing vision, clutch at his collar like a child holding onto mother's garment. "It's your choice," He breathed. I chose this golden, lucky spirit.Golden Spirit
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My pancake is flying.
taha.
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