Bitter time of red lines.
We live in a time when everyone who is not lazy wants to fence off from you with red lines, finds a million reasons for this and you can't do anything about it.
It remains to imagine that it is bitter, like rowan berries, time will one day end, frosts will hit, which will hide all the red lines under a thick layer of snow and they will no longer sting your eyes.
To be honest, philosophy is not about me, but when I look at the photos taken, here and there something similar to philosophy seeps out like mustard from a tube.
Or it is already old. don't pay attention.
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