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And in the morning, at six o'clock two minutes flew over my head Swans in a tight formation. Such a surreal, two first white, then black, sharply distinguishing themselves from the rest white and three more. Dominant in this small herd with a huge dose of tolerance.
And if not cold clinging to bare hands, you'd think it was a dream.
How wonderfully on Sunday morning to return to wygrzanej bedding, bury you and look zapatulić dreams that have not yet dreamed.
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