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[Oct. 21st, 2007|11:13 pm] |
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For all the falseness it might bring, I wish there was only August. The bright sky and that cool air that smells of autumn approaching. Not there yet, still in the air and giving us a crystal clear vision of the world we live in. Not much to ask, yet that short moment of understanding. As if the time had suddenly come to a halt. |
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