Mary Faris. Tales for troubled (№ 387067)
And I thought: I'm the mother of his eight - and unhappy. Under her wing and hundreds of others - and she sparkles. What is it, then? And how then? Since I live here, where the height meets the sea? Or where the ground is smooth, like a freshly ironed shirt?
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MegaMozg 07-02-2020 / 15:00
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