It's a cold, quiet, gloomy winter and the snow has spread and exteded everywhere. The moon is like a sun on the sky, and the sea is on it's way turning into ice. Onde день all this will melt into summer and hotness. What a routine...
Shivering of coldness he walks across the freezing sea. His hands digg deeper and deeper in his куртка pockets, but the Холодное сердце wind presses into his skin. It's just the start of winter and even Рождество hasn't come yet. How will it look like after two weeks?
Searching for a free bench his glance caughts squinting someone familiar at distance. Alice? What is she doing...
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