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Avis de la communauté (2)
And the two of us became the wind. This is what I believed: she wasn’t just a girl, the island wasn’t just an island. She was the island. And at that time I became a motorcycle. She was me at that moment, and I was her. We were the same person.
With a mid-license to love! How many cc’s do you love me, let me ccount the ways. A beautiful love story, leaning into the curves.