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vakar vienkārši eju pa ielu, kad ilgi snaudis prieks noraujas no ķēdes un pārvērš seju savā smaidīgajā klejojumā pāri vaigiem. |
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[Aug. 26th, 2025|04:43 am] |
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pamodos šausmīgi agri, jo pērkons un lietus, un dievs vien zin, kas vēl, un tā arī vairs neaizmigu.
izvilku no somas 11. augustā nosūtītu un vakar saņemtu pastkarti, aplūkoju, izlasīju:
"Hello Zane!
On this free Monday I walked along a lush riverside path to the city centre to find some books and vegetables. The latter ones proved to be easier: with a backpack half-full with tomatoes, zucchini, onions and parsley I came to this cosiest cafe of Turku to sit down for a while - with a piece or raspberry cake and a cafe served in a porcelain cup, instead of the planned glass of rhubarb juice. Earlier in the library no novel managed to catch my attention although I'm craving for fiction to read so I'll need to have another round there on my way home. Life feels somehow incomplete when I have no novels waiting to be read. I hope you've had a pleasant summer and the autumn ahead will also be good! - Annukka"
man noteikti jāatrod kāda brīva, ar mantām nenokrauta virsma šeit un jāatbild, varbūt pat jāuzraksta īsa vēstule. esmu gan laikam aizmirusi, kā tas ir.
pateicīga šim cilvēkam par šo mazo sīkumiņu.
Tu pat nevari iedomāties.
citādi viss būtu tikai šie taureņi, kas atlido un aizlido, kad vien tiem labpatīk. |
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