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Small yellow asters send you a big hello my friends. A splendid sun illuminates. They shine with joy and waving gaily in its warm rays and in the powerful blast of wind from the north. They are survivors! They have resisted the frost bites, the first snowfall. They sing of life that resists and clings everywhere, that's life who wants to live through. They always amazed me. In Himalaya
I found these little flowers who resisted and wanted to live in the rarefied air, ice, polar nights. They wanted to live free under the sun. They always made me laugh baucoup. Sometimes I found in inaccessible cliffs. I was the first man they saw. I had to laugh too. Admirable
small flowers that would live until the end, no matter the place, no matter their fate, their destiny was to live alone again and again, as long as possible. It is still too early to reach the territory of the shadows and memory.
Hugs my great Friends. Good day to you. Ivano
I found these little flowers who resisted and wanted to live in the rarefied air, ice, polar nights. They wanted to live free under the sun. They always made me laugh baucoup. Sometimes I found in inaccessible cliffs. I was the first man they saw. I had to laugh too. Admirable
small flowers that would live until the end, no matter the place, no matter their fate, their destiny was to live alone again and again, as long as possible. It is still too early to reach the territory of the shadows and memory.
Hugs my great Friends. Good day to you. Ivano
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