“I confess I do not believe in time. I like to fold my magic carpet, after use, in such a way as to superimpose one part of the pattern upon another. Let visitors trip. And the highest enjoyment of timelessness―in a landscape selected at random―is when I stand among rare butterflies and their food plants.- nabokov
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Favourite sites
👻https://www.yesstreaming.com
https://spacial.com/sam-broadcaster-cloud/?msclkid=88b8749d61bc10413c902a9b4e60b6f1
https://www.accuradio.com
http://www.surfmusic.de/country/germany.html
https://www.girlsgogames.com
https://www.topgames.com/play/Santa-Balls-Fill
https://neave.tv
https://spacial.com/sam-broadcaster-cloud/?msclkid=88b8749d61bc10413c902a9b4e60b6f1
https://www.accuradio.com
http://www.surfmusic.de/country/germany.html
https://www.girlsgogames.com
https://www.topgames.com/play/Santa-Balls-Fill
https://neave.tv
Wednesday, December 25, 2019
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