A story about links of London jewellery
Memories look like a story-teller, with full local accent. Skip puddles and around the small village, waiting the fate met. You use a clay pinch a castle, and said will marry me. Turn round many times, step over number of doors. Put a links of london jewellery wedding ring on me. From then on, there is a little person living in my links of london heart, and dreams were made and used and wasted. I am looking the person in the story. You are the one can’t absence. Oath is still very immature. Tears are still on the face. You were napping under the tree, I was waiting giggle.
