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Благодарю спонсоров конкурса Адмиралтейская Игла за высокую оценку моего труда ❤️

27/12/2021

Благодарю спонсоров конкурса Адмиралтейская Игла за высокую оценку моего труда ❤️

27/12/2021

27/12/2021

Я с моими Богинями .chiz на конкурсе

07/11/2021

Lo in the orient when the gracious light
Lifts up his burning head, each under eye
Doth homage to his new-appearing sight,
Serving with looks his sacred majesty;
And having climbed the steep-up heavenly hill,
Resembling strong youth in his middle age,
Yet mortal looks adore his beauty still,
Attending on his golden pilgrimage:
But when from highmost pitch, with weary car,
Like feeble age he reeleth from the day,
The eyes (fore duteous) now converted are
From his low tract and look another way:
So thou, thyself outgoing in thy noon,
Unlooked on diest unless thou get a son.
Sonnet 7 by William Shakespeare

07/11/2021

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