Monday, February 27, 2012

Meena

Meena sits by a chimney and looks down from the roof. Meena sticks out her tongue. The roof yawns. Roof, move a little bit, roll me down, like an apple from the tree. Copyright (c) Marie Neumann Pottsville, 2011
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