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.
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