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Sometimes I cannot figure out whether the Earth revolves too fast around the Sun or probably it's just another one insomnia that goes round the Nether of the unconscious... A little dizzy and nauseous but it shall come to pass when I'll become again the center mass around with, as foamy and fizzy as a champagne, the heady aether orbits together with albeit not written yet, as thick as "War and peace", my novel that will come into existence by the four bits concept... But on the other side it might be possible I drank too much last night. * См. перевод в комментарии 1. |
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