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Saturday, August 16
Малки поемки в проза
Posted by Okledia at
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Когато затвориш очи и забравиш за пореден път каква силна монотонност се крие в живота на нежните цветя, дано искрица съвест изписка и проблесне поне за миг в бяла светлина пред теб...
16.08.08
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