Birds, that clutter to stir the leaves and shirts on the carpet, with glorious tours en l'air. They can not navigate, either. But birds are not mine, of course, were even Alejandra Vicente, mine if any of the gulls in the mornings, but not these from here.
Mine are the fish and snails.
And, at the rate our beautiful words of mutual espunjiforme a notebook scream to scare carpetovetónico crucial .
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