pretty soon: tidying up past years drawings and other works, giving numbers, wich is always traumatic and decorating for saturdays festivities. This is the final of one schoolyear, my eleventh, and I still feel sympathetic towards these children, their livelines and ideas. It is hard to grow in this world of rules and reasons, where your own way of shaping the reality and seeing things can be different than the mainstream's. Tolerance is important, because differences can give more than they take. I've also been scanning old pictures: seeing those people and knowing there fates and destinys feels strangely consolating. They lived and died, were happy and felt sorrow, and in these pictures they let me catch a glimpse of their world.
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Your are Nice. And so is your site! Maybe you need some more pictures. Will return in the near future.
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