There is another happiness in the mirror.

Your feet look bounce with joy.

You are blooming this time again, planting your feet firmly on the ground.

I have a clear memory about my father : lots of dahlias in the garden he had grown and his big smile with a sense of satisfaction.

The travels of a comical pair probably make them have a good life.

I'm reading The Tale of Genji again today.

I'm taking a coffee break while looking at begonia.

Imagining your state of mind this morning, I wish you getting fine !

I felt like I could hear your voice. ( which can't be true)

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