Monday, 21 July 2008
come to my island, I beg you.
Welcome to my paradise
The Island is made of sugar and cake,
the sea of wipped creme.
The Island is made of sugar and cake,
the sea of wipped creme.
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here i am...
- Mette Moltke Wozniak
- Mette land
- I my land of dreams I live like a queen, eating colours and breathing in marmelade. Every day brings new dangers and fresh coffie. All year round i wear my heart on my sleeve, and i fall deep into the mist of the brewing day.