A day of spring - a day of birth. A Sunday, I was born on a Sunday. The day of completion and the day of rest. A day full of sunshine. A day of forgiving for the sake of love. A day of laughter and tears. A day of loving. A new day. A day; our day
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I know, it just really was a slap for me. Sorry for sounding so unfriendly.
I'll take care if you do, too. : )
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you are an incredible unique person!
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You're right. I concentrate a little too much on the audiovisual environment, totally forgetting there's much more than that. The rest is harder to notice, more difficult to remember... Though when you are in that moment, everything is just perfect. Nature never forgets any part of it. Not even that next day. Thanks for reminding. <3
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*Goes off to flap my wings also*
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