Фотогр@ф, 40 - 25 августа 2011 09:57

I very much want to fly up in the sky that instead of hands at me wings were. On the earth with is high to look, and that friends at me a bird were. To fly over cities and fields I want. To look at beauty the earths darling. And very much, very strongly I want, that life was at me the longest

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