The shutter speed dial steadily makes his rounds, mulling it grinds old dreams, now stripped in the park the pale trees.
What I always tried, I've found it now? The storm leaves colorful leaves drifting cheerfully. Each sheet carries for me a face, and deep inside me burns bright and clear thy light: "Forgive me, but I can not stay longer."
The ground beneath my heavy feet, he is a patchwork of colorful and soft, which I experienced, always made me rich, but impatient I will always welcome new also.
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