Thursday, June 18, 2009

William Knitting Pattern

Five. The perfect number.



already imagine the scene. This morning at 7:05. When the height of the barrier are already Melegnano. Parma direction. The sky is a little grigino. There are already 27 degrees. I have both hands resting on the steering wheel. My eye fell on one of my wrists. Right. And towering over him. One of these five.
asks one. I am sure that my mood, now black. Improve.

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