So this is the time of eggs and bunnies? The merry-making of forgetfulness. In the shadow of the cross the eggs abound. Bunnies, cute and fluffy, step in blood. The time came and the time went. Maybe the cross turned into the forgotten. Nothing like forgetting what's unpleasant. ALL rights reserved © EC
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