I seek chaos, but not out of choice. It was now a quarter past twelve. He dressed mechanically; so many moves this way, so many moves that. What else was there lurked in shadows and deep places; if in some mood of reverie it came out into the light, it was presently overwhelmed and hustled back again into hiding. He did not speak for a moment.
Video ID: TW96aWxsYS81LjAgQXBwbGVXZWJLaXQvNTM3LjM2IChLSFRNTCwgbGlrZSBHZWNrbzsgY29tcGF0aWJsZTsgQ2xhdWRlQm90LzEuMDsgK2NsYXVkZWJvdEBhbnRocm9waWMuY29tKSAtIDMuMTQ1LjExLjIyNyAtIDAxLTEwLTIwMjQgMTc6NDQ6NTggLSAxOTc1NzUzMzg2
This video was uploaded to waterscolumns.info on 30-09-2024 18:31:58