Today I feel the reality so close.
Nothing could be better.
And at the height of the roofs everything seems to be not the same. But, frankly speaking, all things are not the things they seem to be.
But perhaps it's just the influence of all these hermeneutical works I'm trying to understand...
And I want to declare that this sky is wonderful. And it doesn't depend on what it seems to be.
So - life is life, and I'm not afraid of it.
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