He goes in spoonfuls of sunshine and thoughts of frost this fall, the fields where the evening strolling a blanket of mist, mysterious approach to the secrets of night.
The mornings, before dawn, and are made of crystal the breath of earth dissolves lazy to kiss the new day.
Now the wait is more intense, is the latest colors and jeweled, intimate meditations on the water slide and dissolve horizon.
Life grain runs through the pages of a book, tasty music, only a few moments, only mine.
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