It is sweet to think I was a companion in an expedition that never ends — Czesław Miłosz
It is sweet to think I was a companion in an expedition that never ends — Czesław Miłosz
It is sweet to think I was a companion in an expedition that never ends — Czesław Miłosz
It is sweet to think I was a companion in an expedition that never ends — Czesław Miłosz
It is sweet to think I was a companion in an expedition that never ends — Czesław Miłosz
It is sweet to think I was a companion in an expedition that never ends — Czesław Miłosz
It is sweet to think I was a companion in an expedition that never ends — Czesław Miłosz
It is sweet to think I was a companion in an expedition that never ends — Czesław Miłosz
It is sweet to think I was a companion in an expedition that never ends — Czesław Miłosz
It is sweet to think I was a companion in an expedition that never ends — Czesław Miłosz
It is sweet to think I was a companion in an expedition that never ends — Czesław Miłosz
It is sweet to think I was a companion in an expedition that never ends — Czesław Miłosz
It is sweet to think I was a companion in an expedition that never ends — Czesław Miłosz
It is sweet to think I was a companion in an expedition that never ends — Czesław Miłosz
It is sweet to think I was a companion in an expedition that never ends — Czesław Miłosz
It is sweet to think I was a companion in an expedition that never ends — Czesław Miłosz
It is sweet to think I was a companion in an expedition that never ends — Czesław Miłosz
It is sweet to think I was a companion in an expedition that never ends — Czesław Miłosz
It is sweet to think I was a companion in an expedition that never ends — Czesław Miłosz
It is sweet to think I was a companion in an expedition that never ends — Czesław Miłosz
It is sweet to think I was a companion in an expedition that never ends — Czesław Miłosz
It is sweet to think I was a companion in an expedition that never ends — Czesław Miłosz
It is sweet to think I was a companion in an expedition that never ends — Czesław Miłosz
It is sweet to think I was a companion in an expedition that never ends — Czesław Miłosz
It is sweet to think I was a companion in an expedition that never ends — Czesław Miłosz
It is sweet to think I was a companion in an expedition that never ends — Czesław Miłosz
It is sweet to think I was a companion in an expedition that never ends — Czesław Miłosz
It is sweet to think I was a companion in an expedition that never ends — Czesław Miłosz
It is sweet to think I was a companion in an expedition that never ends — Czesław Miłosz
It is sweet to think I was a companion in an expedition that never ends — Czesław Miłosz
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It is sweet to think I was a companion in an expedition that never ends

— Czesław Miłosz
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