returned from a week in Lignano multidisciplinary seminars trasfacoltà (took me time to learn this thing, mo 'to use) any port in less neuron and a handful of leaflets illuminated.
My Life in the camp of the nerds marked by blabla for engineers, in English, in the morning and beer and carver in his spare time. The post-atomic
beach in March, the gray waves, the networks pulled stranded, the corpses of seagulls, the flagpoles without flags, the old man who sweeps the beach, the fog and cold wind, however, are priceless.
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