I'm really happy at flea markets. I have unfortunately (or thank God?) Not this I that nowhere are under the tables and the same strange Holzschränkchen know that the painted and pimped a wonderful treasure trove of sewing is. That is why I buy most anything.
Yesterday I found anything but the bare with me wanted. Three tits from the 1950s. This means the coal tit. Moreover, now living with me the great tit and marsh tit. Fish were not able to. (W)
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