Strana
After a long time, I decided to write something that I would enjoy not only writing, but also reading. It had to be something that put up minimal resistance. And logically, childhood offered itself. Everything went like clockwork, experiences surfaced with the force of a phobia, the text grew like water. But then it got stuck. For it turned out that childhood, though nourishing, was involuntary. There were many obstacles to overcome.
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