... liquid rose in the morning was the peak time and we thought to raise the steeple in one night raised his chin to the sky.
s'annebbia Now, bows in the yard of our public buildings, including lime and wind, landslides insomnia and fatigue ...
... mirror reflection of the same end.
Faster curvature of a sunset
Faster absence the day wrapping.
(Elisabetta Liguori)
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