Gustave Flaubert. (№ 396823)
Already my imagination fades, inspiration goes out the words tired of me, and if I keep written by me, only because I love to surround myself with the memories for which I do not even sell my old clothes. Sometimes I go to look at it in the closet where it's stored, and dream about the time when this garment was new, and everything that I did, flaunting it.
№ 396823 Added
MegaMozg 03-06-2020 / 04:03
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