Now that the gray and mediocre squeezes under the eyes, I dream of the winter. Contrary to stereotypes, white and frost is a very dynamic components. And when the sun decides to see the work of the winter, you have the most beautiful exhibition of jewelry a man ahead of him. On hand pulling a hundred carats collected outdo each other in beams and migotach. Often, the pictures presented snow blues, and experts point out that snow is white. But each of us witnessed the color of snow modeling by the sun, which governs us. So I dream of the winter, so they remember from their first readings, by the next-all beautiful like that last December's. This pictured, has recently captured, already "przecierkami, the greenness of the substrate and shrubs. For now, I have enough sleep for the winter, but close to returning, very soon ...
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