Blown by the wind at the end of Autumn, I look for the garden with expectations... To sit there, in a corner, on a bench, like a dreamer... To search in the BOOK OF LIFE the years that have passed... Without a word, I'm blown away again... In the garden of expectations... Have a nice afternoon... No expectations, no claims, no thoughts to bring sadness to your soul... There will come a day when you just want to be healthy and peaceful... You and your loved ones... That's it...
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