the first morning.
2011-04-11 @ 00:09:18
Sometimes I imagine, that I'm a naked, bright child on the enormous glade and I listen to the birds singing for the first time on my life. The sound heralds a long way among lies, pain and disappointed hopes, there to be able to return back here. Everything is necessary, be strong and trust. The story begins in the moment..
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