Rouroux on the rooftop

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punishment

Every time I move towards the mountains, I can hardly hold my breath. I’m happy. And happiness, this feeling of relief, comes sometimes as a punishment for that I haven’t come to believe in.

martie 1, 2008 - Scris de rouroux | human kind | | Niciun comentariu până acum.

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