Word Salsa #506

For those untangled herstories La Madre Valiente became a hollowed-out tree. They will build repair harvest my revolutionary spirit was one on memories Death had no te olvidare hasta el pecho pero como tu cancion!

I am your soil - one of swallowing your coming against efficiency. No it would not die.
Oak wilt has turned the word Worried if you!

His uniform, a place in nature, a tragedy! Well, ever tasted, Better quit drinking full of eels then wider.

I have tried to bicycles!


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