a lioness, queen of her domain pride broken her cubs gone thier own way.... as she sits panting towards the almighty, setting sun high above the grassy plains she thinks about her powerful son, misty air with warm bursts of wind sky of colors purple, pink with a greenish tent growls and moans from... Sign in to see full entry.
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