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• 2009-Jul-24 - Memory is always injured
Lonely afternoon, the warmth of the sun through the windowslazily on the table. Like this quiet afternoon, a cup of dolce y gabbana coffee products, listen to a music, or, orprevious thoughts.
Pale dull day, weaving past the feelings of endless curve, was the arbitrary time steps, is still etched in the collective mind, may be constantly out of coffee hot, or wet at that time the temperature in particular. Meeting, parting,, pain, flash gone, forgotten, missed, the volatility. One word is a love story, how to have meaning, how not meaningful. Fragments of fragments. Recall memories. Have thought he was holding the hands of love, to wait until after going through that so-called love is a chance the wind blowing gently from the side, leaving an eternal memory!
Finally one day, we do not expect, was the romantic, warm and touching, because we understand that these would be hastily buried in time, can do nothing about it is that we still cherish the memory, long-term memory of our laissez-faire, through those who have the time, looking for zero sporadic fragments, an attempt to revisit the warmth of an old dream, and those fragments reflects infinite sadness.
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