bella bambolina

By bellabambolina

Misty magic

Woke up to a totally misty morning, all white but beautiful and the little one had gotten over her fever. "Shall we go out? or shall we stay in? is it too soon after your fever?" It was turning into a most irresistibly bright day. "Come on, we'll wrap you up nice and go for a walk in the park!".

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