Ребята, у автора сильный творческий кризис... Я постараюсь собрать себя в кучу и сесть работать, но ничего не обещаю. Спасибо за терпение. Big open land, you hold the weight of the air in your hands. Big open air, you feel the tickle of the trees on your chest. And why'd you go and waste it... The things that you know are makin you a stone wall, stone fence. Your stories so old, you just tend to keep them. Long winding road, You got a secret but you won't share it...