Welcome to the moor of my mind, to the bog of my mood. In this place you'll find reflections in a shattered mirror, shadows in an autumnal day, changing dark clouds in my mind's nocturnal sky. This place is such a stuff as dreams and nightmares are made on, a journey record which gives shape to a different world. Welcome to my world.
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Friday, 17 July 2015
God bless all the book fairs!
I'm proud to show you my last purchases.
I'm going to ask to my housemate to move in the cellar. I need his room back to furnish it with my library.
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