lina_ame @ 2009-10-02T22:20:00
And suddenly we were in one of the autumn rainy streets of St. Petersburg, in a narrow alley between the old houses, too soon grown old, like, gray-haired poets feigned, soft in the slumbered to rain from the leaves and water. It is somewhere between autumn and May, we, like our 30-second paradise. And if
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