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decembre
After a couple of hours
I call it a silent night filled with rich colors... as seen by a couple of light poles that are so close yet so far from each other to paint one another.
There is a bit of sadness in the story. But that's a natural thing to feel when it feels so right.
Now, if I could just find my paint brush...
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decembre
With it came...
Haa-na~
Doo-ul~
Seh-et!
:)
Wow, I learned a new trick!
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decembre
Noël is near
First snow...
First of everything.
And now I am looking forward to this Christmas.
Cinquante
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