I lost.

Blue magic trail of a deer and a bird, which slipped under the crown of a tree,tender as a boat. And everything so peaceful. But then a tinny noise approached. And a spotlight pierced the idyll. And me, die daneben sas ...

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From the UPD agglo, December 2016

Fog tooth at gargle height, carved light vortices, Opaque stockinged horizon, Brustmass Besteintes, Breath hole under pack ice. (22.12.16) A table. A newspaper. a plastic cup. And the artfully paneled armchairs, schwarz und mit m ...