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
The Sun; Its light. Your eyes; Where it shines. If I talk of his eyes you might be stunned, his eyes are like a hot morn, they melt you down with a…
What I mean when I say he is different — Akshara N.
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Akshara N. · 1 comment