and now 'almost reached the end ....
a season and his rhymes;
gorged and wicked tracks of Iran,
printed and 'the joy on our faces ...
the snow and 'loosen, and the session' very "Frist"
fatigue re-enter every time on the track ...
we have to salute in this valley are lost
and return to the old shores and the lure of their nests;
implore the great cold and hand it to 'be done, and
' a pleasure in his "firn" to find the old love ....
pics ...
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