I have no children and no shell, so the ski always catches me by surprise. He leaves behind a thin city, with the largest parks, streets quieter and more supermarkets empty. I love this dress rehearsal of the city in summer, and I thank those who leave an empty seat to follow the snow, the sun or the arts.
My week tends to be white washed, I mean give me flowers, walks without a leash and movements round the corners without haste. And with the Unmentionable which returns tonight for my holiday will be perfect.
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