as i write i stare unto the pastures lined with trees of every color. at times the wind plays making the leaves look like falling snow flakes. meringues bake in the oven and the rays of sun are piercing through the kitchen window. so why am i feeling like i might boil over
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Hello, so nice you have come to visit me... I was waiting for a long time... I always go to your La porte rouge blog and most of the times leave a comment for you...
You have such great blogs and been a fan of you before I had my own blog.
Thanks for visiting me.
Muchos cariños,
Maria Cecilia
p.s. your pictures are a beautiful poem.
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