The Stroy of the Queen of Emporda

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<p><font color="#FFFFFF" size="+3" face="Book Antiqua">Once upon a time
there was a little girl roaming free in the countrysides of Baix Emporda.</font></p>
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<p><font color="#FFFFFF" size="+3" face="Book Antiqua">She hopped from bridge
to bridge and from peacefull tranquility to wintry tree. </font></p>
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<p><font color="#FFFFFF" size="+3" face="Book Antiqua">Till one day, late
in the day, when she was returning on her way, she met up with the evening
sun. And looking at its gracefully strides as he sets for its home, she
suddenly found out what she knew she was looking for all the while, her
own fragile soul.</font></p>
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<p><font color="#FFFFFF" size="+3" face="Book Antiqua">And staring at the
setting sun she knew from that moment on that her own home and Kingdom
was in the inevitability of a dream. </font></p>
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your photo skill is awesome.
I love how the bridge looked like a face with eyes.
the queen.
 

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