People look straight ahead along an imaginary straight line, and are committed to adding a random set of words to fill the path. What is around there.
Meanwhile, the page of a score and turns off. In the middle of the centrifuge
fleeting objects, old melodies of melancholy blues rhythms fill around.
Nothing seemed to stop, all whirling in their microcosm.
The old saxophone, flooded with emotions and gave all those who wanted, gave.
A hat to the ground and the man told him to blow his friend's past experiences.
did not ask anything to put some change in the anonymity colored checkered shirt, blue jeans turn to courts. Only those who showed
was distracted eyes.
play and people passing by.
emotions and people passing by.
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