small
desire peace, but in this moment her heart is hurt again. She laughs, but certainly not good will not cry for someone like that. There are only a couple of times
as transient, she was thinking of a quiet life between the world stand still in that place ... that may not fit anyone outside her. It will be a small room with brown wood. She will sit on wooden table by the window, hands twisting hot cup of coffee and look outside. The scene outside like vague about one hundred years. There will be trees, a lake, with cloudy skies and wind.
in that room will have a camera to music. It is on all day, jumping out from all this through your other posts ... so ... but the music back to back her ... she looked out of indifference to the window. Then she
lonely to die alone, when the long days of sunshine pouring in the windows .... sun leave the world. For
sea. Now have a myriad of sea waves. Whether the waves are drowned deep sadness of this. Sunset wonder she cries?
She wanted to cry. She wanted to cry
screamed.
prolonged fatigue also make words fly away. The spirit has been buried like stamping by a storm. When
storm. Is
bungalow she wants to put next to the beach is not? Natural
want to wander the beach and seagulls in the middle colonies .... The wind will blow up and she can also fly with the wind.
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