She
watches snow fall down. She watches days go by. Everything is like
wonder, everything seems new, these days. The cold is like a brandnew
sensation, it is frisky and exciting. Life is frisky and exciting, and
every day is bliss.
The end of the world is not the end of the world. It is another world, almost dimension.
25-11-2005 om 00:00
geschreven door LaReineMargot
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