few years ago, I photographed the back of a rather old cyclist with a basket on the luggage rack carrying a bouquet of bright daffodils.
I wrote me below, as a conspiracy: never feel too old for the spring.
Is this the same or sister fall I just passed? It has a massive sixty and substance largely exceeded. She is wearing a gray coat, without looking, comfortable and I do not think it is masked.
She leans heavily and looking for something on the floor. A key fell from his pocket?
And then suddenly, looking at the tree above it, I manage to identify this movement very soft thumb caressing the object in the palm and smile but no less successful Allegra:
is a chestnut. And I do not doubt for a second that she chose the rounder, more polished as smooth as all buried in the pocket of the gray coat.
Ah yes, note to self: remember, even when I become difficult for me to bend, continue to love October.
necessary, to brown, have a child pass.
When it comes to important things, they are much more helpful than people think.
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