"All this he saw, for one moment breathless and intense, vivid on the morning sky; and still, as he looked, he lived; and still, as he lived, he wondered."

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Cosa fareste voi se una vostra amica, che non sentite da secoli, vi spedisse dall’Inghilterra i cofanetti della prima e della seconda serie di Dr Quinn, Medicine Woman, senza un motivo apparente?

 

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  • LoScrittoreFantasma
    Posted at 13:52h, 12 June Reply

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  • Shelidon
    Posted at 15:07h, 12 June Reply

    Angolino interessante. Sto ancora cercando di capire quali siano i vostri argomenti prediletti, ma un po’ di lurking me lo faccio: grazie della segnalazione, piccolo spammer.

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