Just a story. I remember one day in april,long time ago.the little b0y was 5 jears old.it was a snowing day,it nowed a good deal.mama going with her boy to the playground.big ,lazy snowflakes falling to the earth, weird.all the playanimals etc.are full from snow.the boy take a little twig and wrod in the snow. "wat do you wrodet dear ?" ask mama.it is a secret in the snow.as the snow flies !
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Just a story.
I remember one day in april,long time ago.the little b0y was 5 jears old.it was a snowing day,it nowed a good deal.mama going with
her boy to the playground.big ,lazy
snowflakes falling to the earth,
weird.all the playanimals etc.are
full from snow.the boy take a little twig and wrod in the snow.
"wat do you wrodet dear ?" ask mama.it is a secret
in the snow.as the snow flies !
PS:the boy answer"this is a secret,
mamy,you can not read white of
white.
as the snow flies!
marietta.
these are awesome, the frame within a frame series. thanks.
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