Something I did not write anything very long ago. As promised a report on the visit to France (anything that is too late?). The result was a matrix fragments or stained time , memories or dreams. Indeed the second term here is more appropriate - it was a real fairy tale. We all left their impressions (Its good, its not very good, but your own). And most importantly, that each left its own, unforgettable, non-transferable - one thing, but something that would forever there will be only with him, a remembrance. Something about which you will remember with a tear. Vobschem for what we still live on this planet? For such memories, for the sake of these little scraps of life, are deposited in the head with the help of complex chemical processes? I hope not. But ... nice sometimes So, you know, vzgllyanut at something and think a minute, which seemed then this happiness , and think about the future, which will certainly be even better!
Do not forget to direct kursorchik in the pictures and captions to watch
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