Georgi Borissov Photo: Jimmy 74 The village swamp was already dried for a while, for a while time had started flowing in circles and God was flinging a straw at my mouth, when I reached at the pyramid and stepped on its pinnacle.
Georgi Borissov Photo: Jimmy 74 The village swamp was already dried for a while, for a while time had started flowing in circles and God was flinging a straw at my mouth, when I reached at the pyramid and stepped on its pinnacle.