Still along old roads, a clear and quiet afternoon. Grey houses, abandoned storefronts. A small pumpkin bearing a small candle. And the eerie experience of small town flea markets. At the edge of dusk.
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Still along old roads, a clear and quiet afternoon. Grey houses, abandoned storefronts. A small pumpkin bearing a small candle. And the eerie experience of small town flea markets. At the edge of dusk.
mögen das
teilten dies erneut