“WRAPPED” in italiano

Sixty-six is where you’ll find, the girl with her hand wrapped in mine.

He was in his sleeping hat and had a thick cloak wrapped around him.

She was naked underneath the silk sheets apart from a bandage wrapped around her chest and back.

Small grains, dirty-looking sand, gray dust, wrapped in old rags and tied up with string.

Fragile wrapped her arm around Sam.

He wrapped them around her waist.

Dylan wrapped his arms around her.

There’s a Labrador puppy wrapped in a blue blanket underneath the words.

But I could barely move, and when I tried to get up … He gave me his cloak and wrapped me in it.

He curled up into a ball in the air and his wings wrapped tightly around his back, covering her.

The Arbiter’s robe was of firebird feathers stolen from the deep jungles and lava runs of Qeled, feathers that seemed to burn like flames, the deeper darker ones around her feet where the robe flared, then growing lighter in strands that wrapped her body in spirals like the weave of a rope and made her appear a tornado of swirling naked flame.