The universe must be paying me for being a nice person. I really enjoy these moments, store them away inside me and keep them with me (for my perilous journeys and so on).
From my window
Sunday, February 03, 2008
The silent world
It’s Sunday and it’s snowing. No one’s moving outside, I’ve heard a few cars, but they’re gone now. My own apartment is almost soundless, so all there is in the world is this white quiet.
The universe must be paying me for being a nice person. I really enjoy these moments, store them away inside me and keep them with me (for my perilous journeys and so on).
From my window
The universe must be paying me for being a nice person. I really enjoy these moments, store them away inside me and keep them with me (for my perilous journeys and so on).
From my window
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