by keeley Aug 12, 2011  2
About this Style She lay down a small bouquet on the grave. There was a look of peace on her face, of remembrance. Then a sharp gust of air whipped past her and loosened the pins in her coiffure. Her eyes darted this way and that, but there was nothing there. Tags: aviatricks, bride, brown, calavera, chess, cream, curious, delish, egyptian, gayle, gold, ivory, mocha, professor new, red, sky captain, steam, sui, white Comments on this style have been disabled |
