The tree leaves begin to turn yellow, some vines turn red, purple shrubs, and so began the fall with a light wind and pristine. is the time that I like, brings a certain melancholy of a summer that is gone and the anticipation of life inward forcing the winter.
Tonight, in Santa Cruz, I will make my father a tribute to his intellectual work and to Santa Cruz. As would be there. from here I am filled with pride. congrats daddy! I'm happy being a daughter of my parents.
The past weekend I bought a blue enameled iron pot, blue. weighs heavily, but there are wonderful kitchen. Saturday cook a venison stew.
saw with A. recently a Bosnian film "na Putu / On the Path", sorry.
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