i can't believe it's already december. last year my lover made wine and we strolled through the snow in the morning darkness. today we walked under the glowing branches of rowan trees and it felt like september; their twigs reaching up to the sky, with tiny drops of rowan blood clinging to the wooden veins.
my hands are itching to shoot again.
6 pretty words:
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sest mul on välismaalastest lugejaid?
Sul on ka eestlastest lugejad.
ja siis? nad oskavad ka inglise keelt ning ma ei jaksa kahte eri blogi pidada ega tekste tõlkida pidevalt. lihtsam on ühes universaalses keeles kirjutada. pealegi on suurem osa inimesi siin nii kui nii fotode pärast.
Äkki ei oska inglise keelt. Rõve diskrimineerija oled. :(
Nii ilusad pildid *-*
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