At the Konditorei Close, warm, and humming with the relaxed sounds of post- midday Kaffee-Kuchen. The cakes are...
I cough while the technician tinkers with the projector, although the two are not related, and I wonder why...
My breath’s the wind’s breathless down-stroke hasty claw like the gnarred finger of juniper just now clambering for a...
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