An Effort to Savor the Climb from Nothing to Something. Monday, December 29, 2014. There is no way to read a calendar,. One without neatly plotted squares of dates;. No month as header, nor year to track. Blanks on paper, unwritten appointments;. Untallied time spent on scheduled tasks. We live in flux, in vague hand gestures. And inside each head a lifetime lives. In a single inhale of wintry cold, the emptiness of its smell,. I recall mortuary calls and one-person beds;.

Fières de Quentin 3 On le sou -. Ils sont tous lus et rendus. Si vous ne mettez , que un ou 2.

Elle a 22 ans ,elle est très drôle, elle et moi on est super proche.

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