Then, these minutes it seems to me, as if together with powder, absolutely slightly, it is almost invisible, all my time which has not come yet is showered. I look back in the present and it seems, as if there there was no anything greater, than my reflection in a mirror and mixed with a lace of a dust not dreamed dreams,to habit, looking and in each next morning.










A late thank you for the
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and congratulations on a wonderful gallery (:
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i love it
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and welcome to DA
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