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Pretend camping in the driveway! Sunday, July 14, 2013. Sunday, September 30, 2012. They brought over fresh fruit and avocados, and something we had never tasted. Cactus apples! Very different, refreshing, and kinda odd. Each arch went in to a different room. The tiled cabinets reminded us of Jane and Martins Salida home. A new Spanish word for me. In the court yard area.
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Во всю идет работа на конезаводе. Время летит, а почта перед НГ будет работать помедленнее. И я открываю месячник по вылепливанию табунов. Для тех, кто не в теме - это вот такие вот симпатичные коняшки. Как делают мебельную кожу в Индии.
Ils étaient vingt et cent, ils étaient des milliers. Nus et maigres, tremblants, dans ces wagons plombés. Qui déchiraient la nuit de leurs ongles battants. Ils étaient des milliers, ils étaient vingt et cent. Depuis longtemps leurs dés avaient été jetés. Ils ne devaient jamais plus revoir un été. La fuite monotone et sans hâte du temps.