you are about to step into the world of Anna Funk where light sheds light on dark. and nothing seems so real as imagination escapes me.
Like the mist that shows the light, to evaporate into the night. Gone are the magickal sounds made when the gentle stroke of the hand no longer lingers to disappear
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Like the mist that shows the light, to evaporate into the night. Gone are the magickal sounds made when the gentle stroke of the hand no longer lingers to disappear
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