The bakery is closed and so is the sky. We walk anyway, because the dog does not read signs.
Sunday, closed — Tomáš R.
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Tomáš R. · 4 comments
Diminished by the strong wind that broke their hearts. Carried on to worthless lives They wandered around the virtuous street of life. But now they…
Where have the innocent souls gone? — Angie. A.
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Angie. A. · 2 comments