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Публикувано на 14.11.2008 @ 07:07:21 (919 четения)
автор: Janie » раздел: Произведения на чужд език
So many people have passed through my life. Some are like a breeze – pleasant, but gone in a blink. They just stir the air, and later even the memory of them is pale. Some rage through like a summer storm - thundering and lightning, pouring rain, and blasting wind. When they are gone, I would pick up the broken branches and torn leaves. I’d learn my lesson and forget all about them.
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