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RE: The fog in the morning, my familiar friend. A little memory of my childhood.
Really the fog, it envelops you as if you were the best gift to give, you can play with it and it is even melancholy when it embraces you and you feel its coldness on you, you realize that you live and that you are the king the world, beautiful photo shots , draw your soul. @monkeydnima
thank you very much my dear :-)