When it comes hours doubts, I must rely on something solid and stałego.Muszę be sure that even though everything is falling apart, it will soon be as before. So the constant stream of the Vistula, and this modest house that always greets me, a cloud of smoke from the chimney. Heats up the symbolic warmth, I feel close to human, the dog barks, chicken joy zagdacze ... And it's enough to make these very small elements to arrange a whole, because a man nothing to lose or lose. Paste the missing piece and I feel safe. That was missing-a sense of security. Remember that a grain of sand can complete scoop.
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