Rejoice in the cold. So strange and as if cunningly. But this is true. I love the cold because it awakens the warmth inside us. With the arrival of cold weather, we love hotter, we often hold hands, we sit closer to each other, in a dream pressed so tightly that it is impossible to understand where whose leg and hand. In the cold, we begin not only to take heat, but also to give it away. After all, if you only take, it is likely to burn. Law of thermodynamics. Lots of fire in the cold.
I have a beautiful garden inside me. And it blooms
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I always thought the most dedicated gardener would come from the outside. I was wrong.
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I'm the gardener.
We often leave without looking back. Just step forward, quick step, afraid to seem weak, slow down and change your mind. We'll never know that look in our back. That in it - sadness or joy? But maybe what we're leaving desperately wants us to look back. But maybe what we were leaving was our home?
And where the rainbow ends, I really saw a miracle...
Thank you for stopping by and reading my little notes. I call them ann_novel. Well, now a few more of my photos. Eva and Polin is, as always, my best models.
