Blow Though The Caverns Of My Soul. I imagine myself in a dark forest full of dark clouds, shade and coldness. I am spiritually dead, crying, feeling empty and alone. I see the clouds are drifting away and the sun comes through the trees. 8220;Awaken my Soul, come awake.

Prenez la vie du bon coté , chanter , danser , manger vous serez heureux .

I just have to sew it up, so pictures for that should be soon! Another mini bag I screwed up on, and really trying to figure out what to do with it to make it look right. And so I was instantly inspired to see if I could make myself a mini mouse pad.

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