On a cold winter morning, foggy and dense, when I was small and the dreams were big, I heard whistle of a train. I wanted to watch the passing train but it was difficult to leave the warmth of old, rugged blanket and comforting embrace of my grandmom. Today I want to live it again. I try to tell it but it is difficult to say.
My blog is an alibi to discuss such things. I want to talk about simple pleasures, simple men and simple dreams. It is Just Simple!
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ha ha.. nice to see ur desperate attempts to test the rights of the anonymous reader :-)
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