Walking along Charles Bridge, in the crisp winter sun blinding the eyes, forcing them inwards.I wonder how it can hold so many people on it, and much more heavy weight of thoughts within.
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The journey of a bookaholic. I do book reviews because I'm the type of chick who brings a book to a party. I don't get hammered, I get grammered.
Un phoenix renăscut prin cuvinte din cenuşa amintirilor
Courage doesn’t always roar. Sometimes courage is the little voice at the end of the day that says I’ll try again tomorrow. ~Mary Anne Radmacher
Zile și zile
I teach you and you teach me!
a citi este a bea apă...şi mi-e sete tot timpul..:)
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