Richard Wilbur telling that the morning air is full of angels behind the open window. But window is closed today. Maybe he's right. I hear them knocking...
I lost a friend today. Dot.
And time has come. For cities of white cats, fragments of freedom and killing beauty.
Time for senseless stories about "fall-in-love with the stranger" of different cultural heritage, hiding inside the daily cup of coffee.
I lost a friend today. Dot.
And time has come. For cities of white cats, fragments of freedom and killing beauty.
Time for senseless stories about "fall-in-love with the stranger" of different cultural heritage, hiding inside the daily cup of coffee.
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