segunda-feira, setembro 04, 2006

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"I needed to put down my telescope, so i walked down to the sea. My boots were full of fog. Lying on a rock i stuck my head in the cold water. From under the waves that kissed my shoulders, i could hear it's faint bells drifting closer. But would the summer make good for all of our sins?"


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