Such feeling, that somewhere behind clouds sits an enraged Snow Maiden pours out all snow which she have.
Every morning snow-white.
And my car…
I hope for fast arrival of spring and summer.
When I would like winter, I fly to parents to Siberia.
Snow and frosts in a prosperity always. A winter , surely…
Have a nice day,
P.S. Recommend Moby «The sky is broken»
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