August under Virgin. Heat! Every day the more.  The sun burns all.  The grass, the plants, the flowers. It transpires, it runs in sea, it runs under the shadow leaved by mountain. I look, there are  like at me.  The romantics, lovers, melancholics,  after the things lost. We opening the heart , leaving  free the thinks, searching the…

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