The search for raw materials is the dominant obsession, unreservedly .
Natural snow, untracked, preferably in the day and not creamed. In central Italy (or North Africa, if you prefer) the enterprise is difficult but not impossible. The dogs are put in motion following the reporter on duty that tells of 30 cm in the last 24 hours on the plateau of Five Mile.
false information, an on-going screening. The landscape is desolate, are Five miles of burnt grass. For the first time - reflecting the three - the grass the neighbor is just disgusting. The hounds, however, feel a hint of snow. Rom the mountains, hoping to start to wander the slopes travels to snuff.
Smell leads S now Terrier in that Pescocostanzo, which tackled on a white that is lost in white.
Optimism is the perfume of life e. .. smells like snow! That snow you feel under you, around you. Optimism lifts the fog and can calm even the winds. The peaceful stop on the summit ridge is a week of beauty farm.
The descent snowboard is a strip of paradise that is lost in the barren valley. The bipeds with stray shaft, drift slowly downward, without leash or muzzle, finally free.
Snow found. Mission accomplished, the case is resolved. There will be a while 'to forget, yes ... a little 'P-Tex . ;-)
Natural snow, untracked, preferably in the day and not creamed. In central Italy (or North Africa, if you prefer) the enterprise is difficult but not impossible. The dogs are put in motion following the reporter on duty that tells of 30 cm in the last 24 hours on the plateau of Five Mile.
false information, an on-going screening. The landscape is desolate, are Five miles of burnt grass. For the first time - reflecting the three - the grass the neighbor is just disgusting. The hounds, however, feel a hint of snow. Rom the mountains, hoping to start to wander the slopes travels to snuff.
Smell leads S now Terrier in that Pescocostanzo, which tackled on a white that is lost in white.
Optimism is the perfume of life e. .. smells like snow! That snow you feel under you, around you. Optimism lifts the fog and can calm even the winds. The peaceful stop on the summit ridge is a week of beauty farm.
The descent snowboard is a strip of paradise that is lost in the barren valley. The bipeds with stray shaft, drift slowly downward, without leash or muzzle, finally free.
Snow found. Mission accomplished, the case is resolved. There will be a while 'to forget, yes ... a little 'P-Tex . ;-)
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