The best ideas always come to me in the morning. Just woke up. O just before waking. In short, in the region space-time-read that I can not tell. As the title of this post. Which is true. The hermit was a perfect profession for me. But where are the contemporary retreats? Gorges, caves and hovels. The Saints have dug them visionaries or searched the mountains and ravines. I'm too lazy. So I built the shrine to me in my head and I put it following the beginning of my sparkling inconsumabile misandry.
[photo by Orzz ]
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