.le temps n'est pas encore venu おはよう
.well. It is only 11 a.m., but I have managed to do so many things I may as well rest for the rest of the week. Which I have no intention of doing. There are always Greek plays to be read, theories to be questioned, singularities to be admired, and letterpresses to be smothered in ink (along with the fingers, the floor and even the ceiling if the day is a particularly unlucky one)
.my pageviewcount has been renewed, although the good old 33.000 (or more) is not too much to miss. Anyway. There is a kind of dignity one has only when the count is below 500.
.that's my view, anyway
.Welcome!
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Can u paint with all the colours of the wind?
C'est l'amour qui donne la vie.
Susy:
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Olga Mirator:
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.И профессионально-учёбная. 'От как!
.чмок, дорогая!)
А рисунки отличные, я завидую давно
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.:.: I want to be your little star. The one that you look up to every night you go to sleep, every night you worry, every night you cry, every night you smile. I want to be your little star because you are mine. :.:.
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