Werevolka
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| So, I will paint you... on amber. |
 with golden thread, the flame of a candle, hot chocolate, and the scent of eastern spices. I will paint you with eyes the color of wild bees, with a luxurious fan in your hand, dancing the dance of death in the tongues of flame, and behind you, blue silk curtains will rustle. And like a small piece of fire, a nimble fox will settle at your feet. |
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