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The Prayer Wheelsby *TheChemistryofGrief

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©2012-2013 *TheChemistryofGrief

A wonderful day in a wonderful monastery with wonderful thoughts for the front cover of my first book. I think this will work it out.

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=Maleiva May 9, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Yes is nice!

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*TheChemistryofGrief May 10, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

I like this too

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=Maleiva Nov 9, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Idem cool photo

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*TheChemistryofGrief Nov 9, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

thank you!!

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~PseudonymousRMY Nov 8, 2012 Student Writer

Wow, that's a nice shoot!

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*TheChemistryofGrief Nov 8, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you!! Specially taken for the front cover of my book. Is that alright?

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~PseudonymousRMY Nov 8, 2012 Student Writer

yeah, sure, excellent!

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*TheChemistryofGrief Nov 8, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you. You sound cold huh?

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~PseudonymousRMY Nov 8, 2012 Student Writer

no, I'm hot *feels sexy*

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*TheChemistryofGrief Nov 8, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

then I can avain your hotness in the cold nights of Scandinavia.

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