smell the flowers in the garden.
The French cafe terraces are empty to me. And finally do not feel their absence. And I finally filled the inside of me and that ray of light that I spy, early every morning. And smile. And I smile at you, which is in the mirror and finally found the watch. He stopped and looked at me and decided to stop running to the four winds. And we renew the air, open windows to the English. So you can always spend some of that lightning spied together. No longer I have this thirst that was not thirsty. Finally, I plant flowers in my garden. 08/01/2010
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