Every leaf tells a story.
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Dead leaves and cold, moist breezes set at the edge of a forest of maple, pine, cedar, and cypress.
All right, so we only saw the Panthéon for a moment because Lilith wanted to hurry the hell up and get some crêpes, but I can’t with this smile. It’s THE BEST.
An incense for Sainte Geneviève, patroness of Paris: iris root, frankincense, and violet leaf.