Last post. did not seem right to leave this blog so coldly, without even a greeting. I think is fair to formalize what has been understood for some time: I let these pages go adrift in the vast ocean of the net, with nothing to add , frozen in the moments where they are seen to exist.
Ere that follow. New times coming. Stories that end. Others will begin. The ceaseless flow of life. Perhaps the secret of this and Solta threshold.
Ere that follow. New times coming. Stories that end. Others will begin. The ceaseless flow of life. Perhaps the secret of this and Solta threshold.
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