Saturday, January 19, 2008

Brazillian Wax, Wedding

to you Sunday morning, the sun breaks.


startled for a ray of sun that has decided to strongly reflected throughout the room. Roll out of bed, slide barefoot on the frozen ground, drag me into the kitchen, I made it here, I'm sitting! I look a bit 'round and there is no one, absolutely no one not even the dog. I realize the splendid light out the window and trees between their branches seem to welcome the warmth of the world. Suddenly they are already standing.

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