Saturday, May 28, 2011

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"When I grow up, I want to be a forester
Run through the moss on high heels
That’s what I’ll do, throwing out boomerang
Waiting for it to come back to me

When I grow up, I want to live near the sea
Crab claws and bottles of rum
That’s what i’ll have staring at the seashell
Waiting for it to embrace me"

dream


2 comments:

Sylvie said...

beautiful photos, especially the second one...

tom said...

Большое спасибо