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I am a Wise Ass
persephone-wynd
26/Female/United States
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Kristy M.
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This is the place where you can personalize your profile!
But, how?
By moving, adding and personalizing widgets.
You can drag and drop to rearrange.
You can edit widgets to customize them.
The left side has widgets you can add!
Some widgets you can only access when you get a premium membership.
Some widgets have options that are only available when you get a premium membership.
We've split the page into zones!
Certain widgets can only be added to certain zones.
"Why," you ask? Because we want profile pages to have freedom of customization, but also to have some consistency. This way, when anyone visits a deviant, they know they can always find the art in the top left, and personal info in the top right.
Don't forget, restraints can bring out the creativity in you!
Now go forth and astound us all with your devious profiles!
YAY! hehe I am glad it finally came Did you have fun in NOLA? You are so lucky that you live close enough for lil visits like that hehe. HOpe you had a very merry, that Santa was good to you, and that you have an awesome new year! Got your card too btw. THANK YOU! ~huggles~
Thank you once more for adding me to your friends list. And welcome to DA.....
Peace.
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After the cold darkness in the heart of the forest,
where birds are singing for the newborn sun
in the womb of the leaves, on the branches of the trees,
lies the treasure of the morning, the pearls of light.
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After the cold darkness in the heart of the forest,
where birds are singing for the newborn sun
in the womb of the leaves, on the branches of the trees,
lies the treasure of the morning, the pearls of light.
Peace.
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After the cold darkness in the heart of the forest,
where birds are singing for the newborn sun
in the womb of the leaves, on the branches of the trees,
lies the treasure of the morning, the pearls of light.
Carried away by the traculence of my
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After the cold darkness in the heart of the forest,
where birds are singing for the newborn sun
in the womb of the leaves, on the branches of the trees,
lies the treasure of the morning, the pearls of light.
Carried away by the traculence of my
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