The flower turned blue from morning dreams...
But the wife does not give rest, him, yes could...
She, the picnic, has wanted at lake coast,
Favourite waits there and then on the white-cloud...
All your work is refreshing and interesting to read, thank you, 10 Lynda xx
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Dear Tsira, today I can say 'perfect'. Konstantin.