When clouds go rolling by, they roll away and leave the sky.
Where is the land beyond the eye, that people can not see, where can it be?
Over the hill or here or there, I wonder where.
Friday, July 29, 2011
to my friend.
a birthday wish for you, Izabela.
May your summer birthday be less hot and sticky than the moment of your birth.
HAHAHAHA I LOVE YOU AND NOW IM CRYING I MISS YOUUUUUU
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