Hope is made of air, and wishes. An empty box wrapped in shiny paper. — Clara Kensie, Aftermath
Hope is made of air, and wishes. An empty box wrapped in shiny paper. — Clara Kensie, Aftermath
Hope is made of air, and wishes. An empty box wrapped in shiny paper. — Clara Kensie, Aftermath
Hope is made of air, and wishes. An empty box wrapped in shiny paper. — Clara Kensie, Aftermath
Hope is made of air, and wishes. An empty box wrapped in shiny paper. — Clara Kensie, Aftermath
Hope is made of air, and wishes. An empty box wrapped in shiny paper. — Clara Kensie, Aftermath
Hope is made of air, and wishes. An empty box wrapped in shiny paper. — Clara Kensie, Aftermath
Hope is made of air, and wishes. An empty box wrapped in shiny paper. — Clara Kensie, Aftermath
Hope is made of air, and wishes. An empty box wrapped in shiny paper. — Clara Kensie, Aftermath
Hope is made of air, and wishes. An empty box wrapped in shiny paper. — Clara Kensie, Aftermath
Hope is made of air, and wishes. An empty box wrapped in shiny paper. — Clara Kensie, Aftermath
Hope is made of air, and wishes. An empty box wrapped in shiny paper. — Clara Kensie, Aftermath
Hope is made of air, and wishes. An empty box wrapped in shiny paper. — Clara Kensie, Aftermath
Hope is made of air, and wishes. An empty box wrapped in shiny paper. — Clara Kensie, Aftermath
Hope is made of air, and wishes. An empty box wrapped in shiny paper. — Clara Kensie, Aftermath
Hope is made of air, and wishes. An empty box wrapped in shiny paper. — Clara Kensie, Aftermath
Hope is made of air, and wishes. An empty box wrapped in shiny paper. — Clara Kensie, Aftermath
Hope is made of air, and wishes. An empty box wrapped in shiny paper. — Clara Kensie, Aftermath
Hope is made of air, and wishes. An empty box wrapped in shiny paper. — Clara Kensie, Aftermath
Hope is made of air, and wishes. An empty box wrapped in shiny paper. — Clara Kensie, Aftermath
Hope is made of air, and wishes. An empty box wrapped in shiny paper. — Clara Kensie, Aftermath
Hope is made of air, and wishes. An empty box wrapped in shiny paper. — Clara Kensie, Aftermath
Hope is made of air, and wishes. An empty box wrapped in shiny paper. — Clara Kensie, Aftermath
Hope is made of air, and wishes. An empty box wrapped in shiny paper. — Clara Kensie, Aftermath
Hope is made of air, and wishes. An empty box wrapped in shiny paper. — Clara Kensie, Aftermath
Hope is made of air, and wishes. An empty box wrapped in shiny paper. — Clara Kensie, Aftermath
Hope is made of air, and wishes. An empty box wrapped in shiny paper. — Clara Kensie, Aftermath
Hope is made of air, and wishes. An empty box wrapped in shiny paper. — Clara Kensie, Aftermath
Hope is made of air, and wishes. An empty box wrapped in shiny paper. — Clara Kensie, Aftermath
Hope is made of air, and wishes. An empty box wrapped in shiny paper. — Clara Kensie, Aftermath
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Hope is made of air, and wishes. An empty box wrapped in shiny paper.

— Clara Kensie, Aftermath
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