The bakery is closed and so is the sky. We walk anyway, because the dog does not read signs.
Sunday, closed — Tomáš R.
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Tomáš R. · 4 comments
When first I saw you, love, I was like a moth to a flame, Your beauty was like a dove, And your eyes like a summer's game. I was lost in your gaze,…
I found my Love — heráldo
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