When it's gray outside, the boats return port, ( slight stomach because you have to say there's no one in the Black Sea poiscaille) 
When searching for seashells on boots butts and boxes of pasta Henao-worn path Pouldreuzic-Sukhumi .. ..
Both get home, put the heater back and take a good tea with honey - ha! winter sukhumite ... Brest without bars - the horror. Fortunately, in February it has activated the distribution of tubers, squashes the spleen in jute bags 
potatoes Monday, Tuesday, potatoes, potatoes Wednesday ... 
But'm back in the spring - or rather was, as seasons Fall and spring are really short here ... the sun, loves, pic nics bucolic in places with little flowers ... and the awakening of hibernating (hibernators?), human and human to understand how the streets meet all of a sudden
No more fag ... hop hop in a country where 90% of guys on fag fag I send each enacts a total detachment vis a vis large blonde 
My first peak Lake Ritsa nic ... 
shashlik, mahisse and wine ... the winning 
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