don't get me wrong, i am still unmarried.
i am just reading a novel five photos of my wife written by agnès desarthe.
it was written in french but translated into english by adriana hunter.
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welcome. this blog is about little things. only about thoughts; no explanations, no reasons. i don't define anything. because when you define anything, you restrict it.
i don't like restrictions.
i write here being just myself - without any trace of other things or attachment. sometimes it is a kid within me, sometimes it is a bad me, a stranger me, an unknown me.
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