The morning was quite different from other days I found myself stunned by the breez as if there were whistle which let me loose the bound. I felt pleased by the call of new day. There was not any dream created for me last night and I did not have fears when my eyes opened for the first time this morning.
good morning Mr. Sun, good morning Mrs. World.
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
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