Al Quotion. The Part Of Improvisation (№ 161465)
A summer night, when the relentless sun disappears, but the air still felt its smell when you go outside just like that, not noticing the door threshold, which previously you had a ritual of stretching the coats, hats, and shoes, clearly separating here and there. The warmth erased the boundary lies.
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MegaMozg 11-01-2017 / 19:16
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