/ The authors / Andrew Pyhtin
Yes ... I imagine this for myself already: ... A warm May day ... On a broken dusty road, a couple hobble. They come to the sidewalk, he is healthy with the sidewalk and they pass on.
A warm windmill raises dusty coats and wears them between garages ... They come up to the gas, on which ...
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A warm windmill raises dusty coats and wears them between garages ... They come up to the gas, on which ...
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