Ikerot, 21 april 2012
The village cried to me to put it out of misery, however, I could not undo this nor could I stop it. It was far too late. It was already over for them. Fires raged upon the roofs, brightened my eyes and dilating my pupil. The section I was in neatly placed houses symmetrically. Each of them was made (... więcej)
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