Jo dzīvē viss ir savādāk un nekas nav mainījies. Nogurums. Rīt Jums pastāstīšu kaut ko jauku.
" I read somewhere that if you think you're going to cry, you can recite the color of things to make it stop. green tree. red windmill. blue sky. blue jeans. blue eyes. i wanted to tell him. i wanted to tell him all of it, but that was crazy, wasn't it? i mean, i just met him. so what did i do? i asked him to tell me something. the amazing thing was that he did and when he looked at me, i felt not the rush of yesterday, when it seemed like the whole world was awake and alive and singing, but something else. something big and profound and bottomless. something that answered another question, one that i wasn't even aware that i had asked. standing there next to an overgrown mini-golf course in the middle of the woods in North Carolina, i heard an answer. and that answer was yes."
" I read somewhere that if you think you're going to cry, you can recite the color of things to make it stop. green tree. red windmill. blue sky. blue jeans. blue eyes. i wanted to tell him. i wanted to tell him all of it, but that was crazy, wasn't it? i mean, i just met him. so what did i do? i asked him to tell me something. the amazing thing was that he did and when he looked at me, i felt not the rush of yesterday, when it seemed like the whole world was awake and alive and singing, but something else. something big and profound and bottomless. something that answered another question, one that i wasn't even aware that i had asked. standing there next to an overgrown mini-golf course in the middle of the woods in North Carolina, i heard an answer. and that answer was yes."
"Scrambled Eggs At Midnight" by Brad Barkley and Heather Hepler.
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