Author: Ivory Coast

In the evening, the drum never sounded, and it lay lifelessly in the middle of the stone wall. I smashed it with longing, but I couldn't hear any response. Have you ever wandered on the edge, have you ever made pilgrimage to this spiritual light, even though the red paint is stained with eaves flying, it sighs in the loneliness after the fall.
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