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1. November 2014.Comments Off on Lisboa, bom dia (or Heart with no coat)Read More
Neighing of the horses breaks the morning silence. The wet clouds of heat from Astor`s nostrils colide with morning frost and turn into tiny, shiny, barely visible drops. Foggy curtain…
10. March 2014.Comments Off on The GrangeRead More
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