Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Today was my turn.

One of my dearest memories I have from my childhood is when my dad used to water the plants during the night. He would arrive from work and we would all go to the garden and sit under the black night.  The fresh air would combine with the fantastic smell of the wet soil while we would talk. And talk, and talk.
Life seemed so simple, but I imagine that's because I was only I child. 

I miss them.

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