Ваша реакция
👍
0
👎
0
😂
0
😱
0
😡
0
😢
0
Walk into an orchard in late October and the air itself is sweet and faintly fermented. Fallen apples bruise underfoot. Somewhere a press groans. This is how a landscape remembers itself.
Для комментирования войдите или зарегистрируйтесь.