Its eight in the evening with breeze brushing up my memoirs at my terrace.I like sometime for me everyday to rewind,unwind and to smile for myself.For some reason I like living in the past and that's one reason whenever I get sometime start opening its virtual doors.A pattern in me which that wind can feel and the vast sky understands when it peeps into my eyes .similar pattern we share ,doing things we ought to do here as a wind ,sky and as a homosapien.In this poetic timeframe,I like this happiness cartoon which makes me to hold all my memoirs standstill for a minute.
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