Рецензия на «Отче мой» (Камирра)
And then he asked: is there still a glory left for us anywhere, anywhere at all? And she repeated her dad's old saying in a small voice, as if doubting her ever slightly wayward memory: there's always a glory somewhere for those who keep looking out for each other. Чёрный Георг Предел Невозможного 05.11.2010 06:08 • Заявить о нарушении
"for those who keep looking out for each other"...
i'm already home and am almost myself again thinking of you and hoping of a bit of little chat in the evening )) Камирра 23.11.2010 08:13 Заявить о нарушении
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