Stolen Beauty.
🦜 Macaw 🦜
9 lookable st, Essex Es30 UXB
Dearest Elizabeth,
today I went breezing down the Amazon with the majestic Macaw, azure in colours you have never seen before, sun shimmering down the waterfall, mentally storing the grace and beauty of one of natures hidden gems.
Fancifully flying, singing bodly with their demure. How can the land hide such beauty, away from the eyes of the prying gangs. The Moatoe Tribe mixing body face paint colours to match, the Macaw blend with the villages and fluff their galore. Gowns with perfected colours of gems, worn in a Crown, looking like all those from around the globe, Somilia singing and the the men whistling, listening to the tales of the folklore, never trap and encage the beautiful Macaw as one day you will also become an outlaw.
I hope you can join me soon on this great tour, the connecting flights coincide with the mystery tour, until then I will look forward to your phone call,
best wishes
Your dearest friend Dawn.
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Dawn Earnshaw
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