Каждый знает, что волны пляшут в трюме. Каждый знает, что капитан чушь нес. Каждый так надломлен, точно умер их отец или любимый пес. Каждый шепчет в рацию пару слов. Каждый хочет розу без шипов и открыть Сезам. Каждый хочет сам.
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hear! hear!- our itinerant recreations October 20, 2017
- secret meanings October 19, 2017
- in between days October 18, 2017
- going there October 16, 2017
- more pics of books October 15, 2017
- a brief picture show October 14, 2017
- jointing the smoke October 13, 2017
- no news is good October 12, 2017
- exploding sheep October 11, 2017
- sniffing creosote again October 10, 2017
- brief encounters October 9, 2017
- the last posh frock October 8, 2017
- Paul Brodeur–Down in Bahamas October 7, 2017
- Geraldine, kill, kill October 6, 2017
- empty promises October 4, 2017
- bits of light entertainment October 3, 2017
- see you at the curtain call October 2, 2017
- damn good stuff October 1, 2017
- like any other day September 30, 2017
- here be dragons September 29, 2017
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