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šorīt virs ūdens bija žiletes kārta ledus, nācās lēkāt, nevis peldēt. tad sāka snigt, sapriecājos un izgāju savus mežus, baltus un klusus. tad bija pirts, silta, tumša un ilga, nācu mājās gurkstošā sniegā. ļoti laimīgi sirds šūpojas
tikai. nu, nāciet atpakaļ, mīļās meitenes. |
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[29. Nov 2020|22:02] |
in the most negative sense, winter brings the kiss of death - a coldness - to anything it touches. coldness spells the end of any relationship. if you want to kill something, just be cold to it. as soon as one becomes frozen in feeling, thinking, or action, relationship is not possible.
wwrww, p324 |
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