Sunset Mood
Our future is in clustered rows. Magic noise stirred shining eyes. The fingers stagger in anticipation and quietly is tolerated: "Santa, be with us, rejoice with all your good things and a happy gift everyone can get ... nothing he sometimes invented is white ... " And miracles at that moment arrive ...
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