Jean-Paul Sartre. Nausea (№ 315904)
Hot sun in my head of a wooden sailing as the picture in a magic lantern. Followed by a piece of blue sky. Twitching several times, it froze, I'm all plated it from the inside. From what Moroccan (or maybe Algerian? Or Syrian?) day it suddenly came off? I surrender to the flow, blowing me back.
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MegaMozg 03-02-2018 / 14:20
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