Unremarked in the fight, the fruitful challenge of брак.
My frustrations set sail, winded and wound-tight. We, with lips tight, split the night and sat our ground.
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The musings of a mind. A mind of musings. We as a species put foot to ground, but, more specifically, we as a generation put word to screen. This is just an expression of my youth. Some days I'll express my frustration, others someone else's frustration. Ilya "Red Beard" Nikhamin
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- I've got a beard, a bicycle and a camera. See my work at flickr.com/inikhamin. It won't blow away, it's digital.
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