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| green stalks at noon |
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| evening swollen yellow buds |
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| the day the first flowers |
It is warm, it's sunny, ptasiory powariowały, trelują from 5 in the morning, the cats or Dr. japy cheerfully, indeed lovingly, so some greener grass, huge buds on the trees. Spring, on Friday as a foretaste of the weekend. I love it!
Every year, a widely advertises the miracle again, every year I can not have a good look, astonished.
Christmas calmly. without nerves, without struggle, without running from one to the other tables laden with food. That is good.
course too short, too little time to rest.
And for a moment waiting for the unknown, time to dust off your bag.
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