You're worth it.

Gender - F Age- 37 Nationality - Canadian

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I am a cat. I am shy being photographed. Oh? You want a picture? I don't think so, lady. Treat first. Picture last-- no, picture never.

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Hydragena ♡♡

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I am a cat. Gato. Chat. Māo. Neko. I am cute. Love me, pet me, and treasure me!

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I am a cat. I like to look down at you. I am the prince. Bow down to me. I am a cat.

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Walking alongside nature again to spot a surprise..

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Beautiful Sunday.

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Step inside, lets go.... wow, too many stairs man!!!

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So beautiful... had to post it! Beet and strawberry smoothie!!

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Lion plushie... meet Lionel! Soft warm and lovable...

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"Oof! Yuffie! I'm not a chocobo!"

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The squirrel the sweet little squirrel. 🎶

The little glutton! 🎶 🎵

Oh, isn't he cute as a button though?

Gluttonous gluttonous Gary the Hairy squirrel

Hey! Save those seeds so the birds can feed!

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Oh Summer, Summer, you have sailed by so quickly. Now your memories have trailed my mind. Warmth binds with happiness, oh Summer come back soon!

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The titmouse-singer is having fun

Winter is already here. And the holidays are coming soon. For all the little animals who don't sleep. The most important holiday of the year is New Year's. It's coming soon. The titmouse isn't sleeping. She's jumping from branch to branch. And doing her usual winter things. Visiting the squirrels. And the crows. And playing with them.

There are lots of branches. Lots of snow. And lots to do. And soon the holiday will come. The titmouse had even forgotten about this day. But the squirrels and the crow reminded her. They are best friends. Squirrels prepare nuts for New Year's—they always do that. The crow is making tea. Lots of tea.

And now the titmouse is also running through the forest and singing songs. About winter days. The titmouse will sing songs to everyone for New Year's. There's a lot of snow on the branches now. And the forest is so magical. Winter is a magical time. When many other little animals go to sleep. Then they will ask. What happened in winter. The titmouse watches the forest. And takes notes. To tell everyone later. Its interesting stories. From the winter forest.

Today is such a magical winter day. She wants to have fun. Jump from branch to branch. And sing songs. She can gallop deep into the forest. The main thing is to return to the house before dark. Jump. Have fun. Sing songs. Who sings in winter? It's the titmouse. A singer. What else is there to do in winter? Just have fun and sing songs!

That's how she makes up songs over the winter. And then it will be interesting to listen to all of them in the spring. So that other animals wake up faster. The titmouse jumps from branch to branch. And observes how much snow there is around. How differently the snow covers the branches. This is also an interesting activity. Watching the winter forest.

The titmouse is all busy and happy. She greets another winter day. And the first signs of darkness appear. It has begun to snow. So magical. And warm snow. Winter is a wonderful time for winter birds. For the titmouse too! The titmouse is a singer, and it's a joy to behold in winter! While all the others are sleeping. So as not to waste time.

Dima Link is making retro videogames, apps, a little of music, write stories, and some retro more.

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Little chickadees! Chirp chirp chirp dee dee dee

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Damn it, Cid Highwind!

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“Fuchsia Silence”

Beneath the crescent’s silver gaze,

She stands where cherry blossoms fall—

A warrior wrapped in velvet haze,

Unmoved by night’s celestial call.

Her gown, a flame against the dark,

Trails whispers through the petal rain.

The stars ignite, then leave their mark,

Like memories she won’t explain.

Planets drift in quiet awe,

A stoic face, a breath held tight.

She is the stillness, she the law

Of beauty forged in silent fight.

A shooting star arcs past her frame—

She does not flinch, nor turn her head.

She’s made of myth, of vow, of flame,

Of dreams the cosmos dares not tread.

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Lightning.... adorned in Azure

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"TAKE THAT!!!"

"I hope that you three are proud of yourselves. What do you want with me?"

"What are you doing here...?"

"..........."

"That is NOT true...."

"WHAT DO YOU KNOW?! I NEED SERAH NOW!"

"She means everything to me... she is the reason I fight everyday---- tirelessly."