The clock is ticking.
We don't know, but on our hands there is only wind.
We strongly catch this or that wish, as if it was the most important matter in life.
Then everything stops, and we realise that we have only had love.
In summer, may be it’s because the season is favorable, I always like to write about nudity. I almost always say the same thing in a dif...
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