4 янв. 2012 г.

Diana. A shell of sunny December.

Evening preparations. An unexpected acquaintance. Late meeting but early morning. Hot coffee and glimpses of sun through thick clouds and cold wind. Long way, long talk. Same attitude. Uncovered beauty of the sea. Candles, shells and icicles. She, who runs the waves. Laughter. Sand glass. Soap bubbles. Beautiful things. It's all about Diana.































Telling the truth, I hate getting up early. But it is all paid back, when you manage to do so much. It was one of the beautiful days of my life. Even frost and my fingers burnt during the attempts to lit the candles could not spoil my good mood.

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