Before the endgame, the Gods have placed the middle game.
In some ways, I never outgrew my adolescence. I wake up in the morning and think, 'Oh my God, I'm…
A small garden, figs, a little cheese, and, along with this, three or four good friends; such was luxury to…
The sorrow of socks Some socks are loners - They can't live in pairs. On washdays they've shown us They…