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24/09/2023version n°7 par ravenkroft & harbinger. 10/07/2023SR fête sa deuxième année ! 10/07/2022SR fête sa première année ! 10/07/2021ouverture du forum. 04/06/2021lancement officiel du projet.
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Sujet: Re: Voter pour les top-sites Lun 22 Avr - 19:47
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❝we are dancing again in a dream❞
will they wake up again? do they sleep? do they dream? feel it as the wind strokes my skin. i am moved by the chill, hear the winter bird sing. my tears are always frozen, i can see the air I breathe. but my fingers are painting pictures on the glass in front of me. lay me by the frozen river where the boats have passed me by. all i need is to remember how it was to feel alive.
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Record RPs Mars 2023 - Global
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Sujet: Re: Voter pour les top-sites Lun 22 Avr - 22:34
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❝we are dancing again in a dream❞
will they wake up again? do they sleep? do they dream? feel it as the wind strokes my skin. i am moved by the chill, hear the winter bird sing. my tears are always frozen, i can see the air I breathe. but my fingers are painting pictures on the glass in front of me. lay me by the frozen river where the boats have passed me by. all i need is to remember how it was to feel alive.
A aidé à battre le record du nombre de rp par mois du forum
Record RPs Mars 2023 - Global
A aidé à battre le record du nombre de rp par mois du forum
Sujet: Re: Voter pour les top-sites Mar 23 Avr - 6:20
_________________
❝we are dancing again in a dream❞
will they wake up again? do they sleep? do they dream? feel it as the wind strokes my skin. i am moved by the chill, hear the winter bird sing. my tears are always frozen, i can see the air I breathe. but my fingers are painting pictures on the glass in front of me. lay me by the frozen river where the boats have passed me by. all i need is to remember how it was to feel alive.
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