вторник, 6 апреля 2010 г.

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spring. air saturated with freedom and love. everything sparkles in the sunlight. Streets littered with thousands of people who blinked and smiled. range of couples, kids, prams.
Crispy delicate crust of ice which treacherously crack
under my feet.There are puddles Around me. Even the mud, that squelches, do not spoil my mood, because everything is dry up, dry up soon enough

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