Alexander Makarov. It's too early to bury us (№ 426773)
Raindrops vigorously hammered on the asphalt, turning the pits into small pools for pigeons. The unbearably light smell of cleanliness enveloped lonely passers-by, penetrating into the nostrils without any embarrassment. From this thought began to soar, became airy, elegant, weightless. Bubbles of joy ran through the veins like children in a stadium, overtaking each other with a flood of laughter.
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Viker 31-08-2021 / 11:51
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