It was one year, or less than one or two days and more, coming to Edmonton, the Wild West and White and beer and buffalo. Like Alan Ladd in "Shane" the one and only baroque moved to a small town in the West for the office, always show no lasting happiness, bodrum but in the end, "Qin" Two thousand and fourteen, but his quiet, tired and sad and lonely man old Tai, unlike the broken more. After the passage of a cold and icy with warm and palpitating heart, soul and listen bodrum place of refuge. Come out of the cocoon and became part of the body of the city. That year the blink of an eye, at the end of suffering and bitterness and Hjransh not remember she's not minutes. Just like the river that goes into the ocean goes away, eternal rest.
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