There is no buzz in the air but only a blueness of sky. It is very easy to be happier under this sun. I am actually.
Stretching or running hours in the college were so joyful when I was painting our bright stage with the fat woman. Without any notion of mine why girls were slack and tired I smiled on the picture of them sitting in a round in usual way.
Life is contained with days. Days by days. And I have no time to wait for a golden age in my life or in this place with common political situation. This is the spring of my soul too.

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