I sit on Art.
I like to do it while I wait for the gas...the car just ran out of it and Sandra and Antón went to ask for some by the next farmer.
I read my German book with a foreigner pronounciation.
I used to care about it.
Now I laugh.
Surprise me more than the blossoms. I won´t know what flowers I will pick the next time. But they´ll be beautiful, for sure.
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These were the ones she gave me.
What a package for candles as a present!
From Portugal to you, Laetitia*.
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