 | | 28/12/2011 03:15
Sur le blog Amy Nelson
Each hour, a clock twists, and hands are in the habit of making circles. One day, you're awoken by flower bunches, and the next day, snow pebbles are glistening your boots. The seasons quickly do change. The Dark earth spins, and suddenly, the clock howls the new hour. Moons take on different shapes, sun beams take on different discos. All of our mornings bring buds, blossoms, breezes, or drifting leaves. I remember the arrival of 2011. I remember dancing beside my Father - whistling to a tune. The night had been spent on the dance floor, drinking champagne, and counting my blessings. I remember going to sleep, and drifting into a New Year.Eventually, I awoke, and...
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