Well, here at home "- did not deny herself the habit of the last few days and made a big glass latte)) It's also necessary to look a little bit more like breakfast on an open veranda in the sun and embrace of a cold northern wind ... That's the kind of love we get: I am him wholeheartedly, with all his might ... ready to receive and forgive, and he answers with a frosty wind in his face (well, that does not rain with snow), the cold gaze of stone lions and sea song ... My tormentor and my attack.
"Soul is a monastery, from century to century.
I am your connoisseur from afar ... "(C)

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