And so after our night, let us hear the poet of the dark. A vacuum for the words of this world who are unnecessarily empty and many of their own. We spoke to the conscience and with the spirits of Nature. Perhaps it is a pledge of joy and fervent life begin? I do not know. There are cases where you do not have to think about. Just raise your hand slowly, in greeting. So sooner or later we meet again forever.
It 's the most challenging period in the last quarter, do you deal with a moon even more though never too much. There is quick to collect the last gem, to incense the rest of forces lethargic. And you learn, learn, learn.
I have a lot of new things to tell, so many that seem silly at the end: yes, the time is trivial at times. But I'll try. And all of you, where are you now? You feel this air cold calling urgently our name to enter it in? Oh my feet! and my hands ... how many feet and how many hands ...
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