the air sleeps under people's beds. when we get there, we'll be lost again: send me a postcard if you get that far.


Monday, 13 December 2010

Esmaspäev.

Vahel, siis kui ma mõtlen: "Temal ju on, ma tahan ka, " ma ei meeldi endale eriti. Nii ei tohi, see ei ole hea.

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