Per stogą skverbiasi vanduo, sienos pūste perpučiamos, geriau nei savo balsą girdite švilpiantį vėją, nedrįstate nė prisiartinti prie lango, praleidžiančio šaltį tokiu mastu, jog gali imti galvoti, kad to lango visai nėra.

Le mascherine invisibili sequenziali, sono degli allineaiori completamee.

the thoughts of a woman, attempting to find balance within this constantly seeking soul. Sunday, September 14, 2014. I received the word that my grandmother had been in the hospital for a week on Friday. My uncle and aunt and mother had decided to put her on comfort care with a hospice. My very first thought was. I suppose some would argue it is one, but I would never make that argument for a stranger, much less about a woman I love dearly.

one of my favorite songs from Led Zepplin.