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 ...

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November

Photo:Jeanne 2015 Sorry. Darkness rolled onto him by the light. Endurance. That rushes through the drizzle between the rib-broken horizon, like a human or human guardrail with unsweetened, tired breath. Gegen ...

At the hairdresser's

Old by sight, showed her most loyal friend, Madame Spiegel: eyes, nose, Can, a couple of crow's feet, schemenhaft, as well as a flap slot for the prisoner's daily menu, the spartan fare, above, behind the forehead, (g ...