“…if thou subdue the thunders to a tone of murmurous gentleness, and taste the sweet, love-rippling features of the river at thy feet.” Kalidasa
Wired up to the lie detector, I confess: I lied that goddesses need magic accessories that makeup deepens the glance and the clothes reveal
Behind the glass of windowpane, wavy so the plants in the garden appear bloated, a little drunk, stems lean dangerously to the left. He