I miss the water. It's something very important, but I think there is not much more to say. I miss the peace under the surface, I miss my silents friends around, I miss the sliding, I miss the instinctive following of the current, I miss the shades and the subtleties, I miss the physical understanding that we belong to something endless, and above all, I miss the joy in feeling how fragile and powerless we are, and just accepting, and letting go. Thanks for being with me on sunday. I know you miss it too...
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Love it...
Agathe tu m'épouses?
ah, merci pour la proposition, mais j'avais prevu d'epouser une personne possedant un passeport americain, pour des questions pratiques...
Yes, but you know i make fucking great money right now, i can buy us both visas and passports!
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