hide his pockets for later. turlając Lodz bike after just one layer of clothes, I feel absolutely slightly optimistic at ease, pleasantly sunny.
also try to catch the sun, the largest far as I can. packed into jars and hide in a cupboard for dairy ... pal devil that does not have any such distributions.
I'm not the original melt on the spring, today probably only last curmudgeon not pokiwałby head approvingly, looking out the window. weather puts a smile on your face. I remember the smiles, I write, utwalam, so it will be able to access them at any time.
stores sounds, deeply and intuitively arrange hide from the curious, previously unheard pokrzykiwań bird (yes, this year I noticed that I hear a lot of new votes) the rhythms, the sounds of drums, dundunby, sangbanu. instinctively sway to the rhythm.
spring color stencil is almost complete. every day a new color, all carefully stored, for subsequent cold, rainy days.
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