| All I want really is to go on a long journey only with the clouds• I look at the street from my window | The most beautiful thing in winter is that complete silence, as if the world is living in slumber |
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| Be optimistic, life continues, and hope is still there• The fact which we must trust in is that the sun shines always above the sky clouds• My spirit fly away When I look at the moving clouds and when i touch the rain drops• Nostalgia for winter, for thick coats, for cold windows, for hot coffee, for wet roads, the most beautiful of which is standing in the rain and praying• | Some women say that they sometimes feel almost jealous of the clouds• The quiet beginning of winter is the rule of changing our mood gently• How beautiful is this stillness and this calm• It is empty as if everyone is asleep |
The raindrops scattered softly and softly, as if they were whispering in our ears in a faint voice.
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