Book: Wild beach

Time flowed like an icy ocean, which slowly and clumsily, like an iceberg, twisting and turning in pain.

I have a feeling that I have just dug himself his own grave and wait for the sunset to go to bed.

If you gaze long enough into the darkness, she begins to peer at you, if you long to live someone else's destiny - she may be your own. Truly, only God can transform, without losing its personality.