Christina, in all her forms, neatly packaged and chronicled.
As eerie as this is, I live it. Below the wicked-colorful cukes, it seems stark, yet reminds me of our raison d'être (all kidding, pee-cee'ness and post-feminist blabberings aside), the egg & the its eager yet silent troubadour, the sperm. So despite the microscopic coolness of the image, it has a subtle sweetness.
..uhhpppss, make that "I love it".Byddah way, this whole Word Verification devient vite fatiguant, chère amie.
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