Sajūtas, kuras nevar aprakstīt, kurām vārdi ir par mazu, lai tajos ietilptu... Elpa, smarža, nejaušs smaids, lietus, kas laiza ādu un sašķīst gar rūtīm, smiekli, stikla šķindoņa, čuksti, apģērba čaukstoņa, tumsa...
Today, I saw a group of people waiting in line to see New Moon, there was a man with a sign outside the theater that said "Everytime you watch this moive Edward dies again" I gave him a nickel. He told me he wasn't homeless, i told him i didn't care. MLIA
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