It was September’s horoscope I believe, which read: ‘dear Sagittarius, you’re ready to take off’. Delayed. Like the plane supposed to bring me back to Brussels just before New Year’s Eve.
In between, this goes out to the one(s) I love.
It was September’s horoscope I believe, which read: ‘dear Sagittarius, you’re ready to take off’. Delayed. Like the plane supposed to bring me back to Brussels just before New Year’s Eve.
In between, this goes out to the one(s) I love.
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