"All this he saw, for one moment breathless and intense, vivid on the morning sky; and still, as he looked, he lived; and still, as he lived, he wondered."

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Finalmente sono riuscita a scoprire come diavolo si chiama l’orsacchiotto grigio con le toppe e il naso azzurro. Si chiama Tatty Teddy (conosciuto anche come me to you) ed ecco il suo sito ufficiale. Bizzarramente, Miranda (la firma che si legge sempre sotto i disegni che ritraggono l’orsacchiotto-Frankenstein) è lo pseudonimo di un uomo e si chiama in realtà Mike Payne.

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2 Comments
  • Flamma
    Posted at 16:17h, 10 November Reply

    io adoro questo orsacchiotto!!!!!!è troppo dolce e teneroso!complimenti per la scelta!:) ti saluto….bacio affettuoso!

    PS:passa nel mio blog quando vuoi!

  • Shelidon
    Posted at 09:07h, 11 November Reply

    E’ veramente delizioso: poteva essere opera solo di un inglese.

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