Sunday, January 28, 2007

winter pill

Vladimir, why must you have such the block on your shoulder?

Do you miss bitter wind stinging through robes, hoods crusty with ice, fingers stinging pain? You previous curse Winter in Petrograd, now you full of bluster.

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