Wooden Army Tanks Plans

I'm having an affair, of anger and essays, sketches of three different subjects in the table, music playing and is both study and pleasure (Albinoni's Adagio, "Alfonsina y el Mar", different and varied versions ) poetry various (See Sasson, Orwen, Blake, Plath, Alfonsina Storni). So now I'm picking up the mess of tunes and words on my desk, drawers and get into different files. I try to double what indoblable, store everything in a different kind of order in the tsunami that again tomorrow unholster verses and rhythms. Here's a little
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