my little motherland

Finally, this is my little motherland. Look how beautiful the flowers are! Spring, spring! And then the enchanting sunset at the river bank! It almost made me cry – not only because of its beauty, but mainly because I was alone admiring it. Yes, alone feels bad, but right now it must be it. No can do. Only me with my thoughts; anyway, I’m still hanging here! That’s my garden, the garden of thoughts…

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