"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."

― Kenneth Grahame, The Wind in the Willows

In memory of Gwammi Mufasta

Dagli stessi autori di Minesweeper – the movie, e di alcuni acclamati spot dell’i-phone, un’altra toccante produzione. Un minuto di silenzio in memoria del ministro Gwammi Mufasta.
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  • impbianco
    Posted at 11:33h, 16 December Reply

    Se non fossi congelato per il freddo…riderei xD

    X-Bye

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