My precious

Even when it is gloomy, and something sad dances in the air… you can go out, and feel it. This calling… of precious.


You need no money to be the Gollum, I mean to be the one who has them. All you need is to listen and be patient. They want you to find them…


They are waiting for you… tiny drops of tears of happiness… mad by island of course. For you!!!


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