torsdag 3. januar 2013
.: There is always a certain risk in being alive, and...
.: There is always a certain risk in being alive, and...
: I lay on the edge of a green-coloured world. Etched on the sky, stood pine-tree and fir, Bees kept busying, Bumblebees buzzing. So i...
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