[Dushka Niki]

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I was dreaming... the rain in the Andes and sitting under a thatched roof with water dripping into my tea. (C)

Outside, the rain was falling, whipping the streets into penance for their hubris, driving away the gathered up clumps of springtime warmth on the pavement; and the thunder made the glass in the windows in 221B Baker Street tremble until John opened them, and brought Sherlock's music things into the safety of the kitchen, but otherwise allowed the weather to come and play inside, feeling the spray of rain all the way to where they were sitting. They could use a bit of new air (c)

Comments

[Kati Sark]

божественно,я теперь понимаю почему он от дока сбежал туда в 10-11 главах

[Dushka Niki]

Вот куда ехать-то надо.
И цитаты божественные

[Kati Sark]

поехать туда можно, надо вот узнать почем билет в какой-нибудь эквадор или боливию.а вообще гения то куда понесло,помнишь?