...for me to swoon in adoration over this Ukrainian beauty, since she died the year I was born. I'll never get to whisper to the operatic soprano, "Hey, you seem pretty swell."
Solomiya Ambrosiyivna Krushelnytska
This is where my thoughts pool as a reservoir of miscellany and peculiarity. It's actually not my brain that's dripping -- it's my soul that's leaking. It's really no big deal.
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