It’s some sort of a carousel, time passes and, they say, it doesn’t come back. Still, here we are again. I use to take my agenda with me all the time: to remember to buy tomatoes and chips or that there’s always something new. To meet. To love.
It’s some sort of a carousel, time passes and, they say, it doesn’t come back. Still, here we are again. I use to take my agenda with me all the time: to remember to buy tomatoes and chips or that there’s always something new. To meet. To love.
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