лучший пост Thomas MacRaith Dawn had barely glimmered over the horizon when they sailed from Liverpool that February day. The mighty Queen Elizabeth slowly picked up her speed, spewing milky-white clouds of steam into the crispy winter air — it fell away and drifted off in hairy, drawn-out strings before dissipating along the forever-left quayside of the island. Spreading its roar over the black mirror of a frigid Irish Sea, the ship's engines hummed steadily with each passing minute, drawing a solid line beneath their past, leaving them no choice but to wonder what lays ahead for them tomorrow.
«Я еще сниму с тебя твои принципы, амбиции и заносчивость. Я еще раздену тебя до самого сердца». © Ael Price-Lindberg постописцы Han, Seymour , Shukuang лучший эпизод Попутчица