Her Porcelain Spirit – Sister of Silk

Thanks for breathing together

Thanks for be slow

Thanks for caring

Thanks for eye contact

Thanks for healing

Thanks for tutch

Thanks for sielence

Thanks for showing your inner soul

Thanks for bathtab

Thanks for sharing

Thanks for your stoires

Thanks for the sound

Thanks for let me tutch you

Thanks for open your heart

Thanks for trust

Thanks for showing emotions

Thanks for food

Thanks for your time

Thanks for showing your tablou

Thanks to the church

Thanks to the birds

Thanks to the nature

Thanks for you……………………….

 

 

 

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