Thursday, August 1, 2013
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The valley of my mountain was in the deep mist this morning.
I wasn’t in the mood for going out and taking photos of the beauty.
Instead, laying in the bed, listening to the rain drops falling on the roof…
I hear, you laying by me, whispering into my ear “Good morning”…, cried in thinking that you are now in the world that is so far so different from mine…
I am going to R&C’s party tonight,
and will have a cup of coffee with A&JC at their house tomorrow morning,
and later night will stay with B.
Yeah, it is an attempt, not to be up on the mountain by myself for some days…love, miss you.
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