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Friday, March 4, 2011 I love this picture

The trees are still bare

They still make the scene

fields invaded Mole traps, that's life underground

The only greenery is the Scots ivy parasites

The mist softens the prospect

The sunny hillsides

branches of winter are comfortable under the sun shy

There, responsible, quiet hamlets

such beautiful foliage

campaign Berry is my haven of love

The cruel wind North-East had sold its up to a bit of breeze, cool, certainly, but not bad. Mist, light blue, failed to hide the mountain-side villages. The walk was quiet, awe, slow, meditative. In agreement with nature that leaves caressed by scouts this spring, the smells, the colors of a misty purple, the cries of birds that streak the sky clear snorting, smoothed their feathers in winter.

As I walked I thought that seven years ago disappeared Claude Nougaro, ten days before my son ...

Bleeding A Lot After Giving Birth

was a winter morning. The distant sound of guns and hounds was a threat. They were there beside me, confident, reassured, not moving at my approach. A beautiful moment.

Make Sour Cream And Onion Flavoured Popcorn

Go to the bathroom! In the hamlet there is

Ah! as the morning was engaging!