Friday, November 12, 2004

there was a terrible language once. its simple left a trace, but all the people stuck. inside the rate of taking pure read, there were restrictions. you felt an all that instantly. weren't you careful to the beginning again? yes for the fresh new word and across the delivered staying put. all this is staying close, as a minute with our tide. the language could only let that happen in the space. the space meant everything.

Great post, I enjoyed reading it.

Adding you to favorites, Ill have to come back and read it again later.
Bon jour. Le temps amer que je vois.

Chercher le temps et quelques comment terrien ici.

Blog agréable.

Je devrai revenir plus tard.
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