The beauty of this day. Loose snow. Frost. Sun. High above - bright, tight clouds, lower – dark stripes passing fast. When a dark bird was flying in between two of them, for a moment I thought it would burn. Mother made a cup of coffee for me. For me only. How I needed it.
The Lazy Hours album purrs in my loudspeakers.
Beauty, beauty, beauty... And the beauty is gone. (Osiecka)
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