Oh gregorian how some things never change. As i endure the memories . I still see your face. I still can see you standing there looking down on your land. With your wings opened wide as you watch from your mound up so high. Your beauty and your darkness. IT is so wicked. I wake to look for you in this new age my dear. Yet all i have is the messages. You seem to hide . I wish you the best where ever you hide. My beautiful angel. Dont forget I. WHo was once your lovely wife in the old times. Greece will always be my second home deep with in these lively eyes...
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