With the strength and daring passed on from his Viking forebears, this Swedish baby goes in search of new worlds to explore. And plunder. Although the Vikings probably didn't have Dad running up a minute later to spoil all the fun.
I am a native in this world And think in it as a native thinks
Friday, June 4, 2010
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