A warm breeze embracing our faces. The comforting shade of trees. Pastries and cold citrus juices. Watching you play. Sitting serenely on park benches. Summer, snuggling itself lovingly on our skin.
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"How should I not be grateful to my whole life? -And so I tell myself my life." Nietzsche, Ecce Homo
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