Каквито и да са битките и победите ни, както и да ги преживяваме, много скоро те избледняват като воднисто мастило върху хартия.

She was disappearing a little more each day, so thin, so frail, a wisp of smoke. One day she would surely vanish altogether, and there was no way to stop her.

private and primitive and a bit on the funky and frightening

Ei kukaan ole niin ahne vapaapaikoille kuin miljoonien omistajat.

Written By Alexandre Dumas

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