Trisha Donnelly
Come wayward souls, who wander through the darkness. There is a light for the lost and the meek. Sorrow and fear are easily forgotten, when you submit to the soil of the earth. Grow, tiny seed, you are gone to the tree. Rise, till your leaves fill the sky, until your sighs fill the air in the night. Lift your mighty limbs, and give praise to the fire.
Beauty Portfolio - Guido and Linda Cantello
Crown for Lorien
Whisper of the Heart - dir. Yoshifumi Kondo (1995)
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