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- City is a structure of a memory,of invisible marks of innumerable lifes.
- They touch each other,become entangled in one picture like transparent patterns on calque.
- My soul ,wrapping round of nostalgic veil,is satin-stitch of swelling reminiscenes.
- Sitting.Penetrated by them.
- Something i would never forget.
- Want to remember it.
- Untimely damply streets twisted with reflections of my city.
- To you Minsk
- katya888
May 2015
Voĉdoni nun!
PLEASE, HELP TO CORRECT EACH SENTENCE! -
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