WHEN they were going over the edge, the brambles hid their thorns


WHEN they were going over the edge, the brambles hid their thorns, like cats retracting their claws. It was a scene worth seeing.: fifty black cats and as many fawn cats, besides her, who could not be assured that he was a human being; simply its smell made it doubtful: a mixture of spices and game meat, barn, skins and grasses. Mounted on its wheel, took the worst paths, between cliffs and trees. Those who do not have experience in traveling on a wheel would think that it is very complicated., but she was already used to it.. With the surreal style of Remedios Varo and Leonora Carrington
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WHEN they were going over the edge
,
the brambles hid their thorns
,
like cats retracting their claws
.
It was a scene worth seeing
.
: fifty black cats and as many fawn cats
,
besides her
,
who could not be assured that he was a human being
;
simply its smell made it doubtful: a mixture of spices and game meat
,
barn
,
skins and grasses
.
Mounted on its wheel
,
took the worst paths
,
between cliffs and trees
.
Those who do not have experience in traveling on a wheel would think that it is very complicated
.,
but she was already used to it
..
With the surreal style of Remedios Varo and Leonora Carrington
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