On the floor was a handkerchief, a little morsel of lace. Don’t think it was anything better than fever—or a bit beautiful. The real tragedy—which he sensed and toward which he was always reaching—eluded all his verbal skill.
Video ID: TW96aWxsYS81LjAgQXBwbGVXZWJLaXQvNTM3LjM2IChLSFRNTCwgbGlrZSBHZWNrbzsgY29tcGF0aWJsZTsgQ2xhdWRlQm90LzEuMDsgK2NsYXVkZWJvdEBhbnRocm9waWMuY29tKSAtIDE4LjE5MS4xNjguOCAtIDIxLTA5LTIwMjQgMTg6MjY6MjAgLSAyMDI3NjEzMzIx
This video was uploaded to waterscolumns.info on 21-09-2024 11:29:51
Related resources: Ref1 - Ref2 - Ref3 - Ref4 - Ref5 - Ref6 - Ref7 - Ref8 - Ref9 - Ref10 - Ref11