Haruki Murakami. Dens, dens, dens (№ 144275)

It ever disappears. Nothing goes in without a sound. The wind fills any signs that we are trying to draw in the sand. And no one can stop him.
№ 144275   Added MegaMozg 10-01-2017 / 16:34

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