wool
hometown.
sit atsivedusi two lambs. White, white, shy. Board the pen, into the arms of one of CAPT - ojėtus what beauty is. All wool! When the hand touch, you feel a rough coat, but it is so soft .... Wool and ears. Full as a baa-lamb wool nuveltas: D both pakilojau, paglosčiau - good.
* Close to the grave. Blowing up roads, trails clean. Numakojome silence before the pain. Lit candles, standing. I told myself, do not cry. Abstained. Kumštelėjau brother's hand and joined hands. We were three, we were two.
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more and nothing has changed. Those who intended to settle, once bumptels to the bottom. Do nothing.
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