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
We sell our souls, just to Buy the world we'll never own You think what you think is right Its right for you, even then you are wrong Who would have…
There you go — Arham
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