Cinnamon taste of stranger's lips woke up memories from the past. An apple pie with melted vanilla, fresh coffee waiting for the first morning sip. Your smile for "Good morning" and the fragile kiss, bird's song behind the open window. Beauty of summer time and love, and hope and happy me. Sign in to see full entry.
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