innashpitzberg 17 января 2012 г., 15:56 Пожаловаться I HAVE had enough. I gasp for breath. Every way ends, every road, every foot-path leads at last to the hill-crest— then you retrace your steps, or find the same slope on the other side, precipitate. Sea Garden H. D. (Hilda Doolittle) 4,3