.days.


.crack of dawn. tooth paste. cereal and milk. get in the car! it's so cold... Vivaldi...

.browsing. errands. bread. red beets and parsley. do you still have cucumbers...?

.what's the meaning of Life...? mystery... paints on a surface. more Vivaldi...

.mail came. some packages, bills... take a walk... dinner!

.Moon and stars... two red pillows, hand cream... sleeping on a tree...

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  1. David February 11, 2025 at 11:56 AM

    Îmi plac punctele. Și listele de cumpărături. Sunt atât de previzibile. Sunt atât de... simple.

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    1. cara forestieriFebruary 16, 2025 at 5:17 AM

      Cred ca viata in sine devine cateodata o lista de actiuni simple, repetitive, cu bifari... Am gasit ca stilul telegrafic, cu multe puncte, se preteaza...

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    2. David March 1, 2025 at 9:32 AM

      Ar putea fi chiar o poezie.

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  2. David March 1, 2025 at 9:31 AM

    Rămăsesem în urma cu lectura pe aici. :)

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  3. cara forestieriMarch 1, 2025 at 4:30 PM

    :))

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