Today marks the day
that I wear that old blue dress.
With my hair tied up in a ponytail;
that I wear that old blue dress.
With my hair tied up in a ponytail;
and walking through that rocky pathway.
Time.
surely does past by so quickly.
The smell of thin air, of that old wooden tables and chairs.
After exactly five years being there,
maybe not entirely at the same place..
different backgrounds and cultures,
but both brings that kind of the same adventure- ones I would never forget.
tata
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