I loved you. I love you. I’ll love you. A flesh is not enough to be born. This word is also needed. She comes from afar. It comes from the distant blue of the heavens, it sinks into the living, it flows under the flesh of the living like an underground water of pure love.
Summer is here, indeed!
Thus, I offer you a little corner of freshness that I look for in the evenings near my river clinging to the cliff. With the reflections, it seems to float just like me when I do the board 🙂
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