An angel has passed. He had South
He gave me the promise of sweet fragrance 
Who will have the fragrance of friendship. And until flowering, Enough to time for a hot drink like sharing with
It . If nothing else, I keep His words, they are precious to me.
While the angel off again, these deposited, took place. 
Outside the birds are fighting against the cold. 
Woftie They offer us and to me beautiful ballets around feeders 
Go, I admit it: I think "My pearl milk" is not so sensitive that it to their dances. I would even say they annoy him prodigiously. 
They scoff at the quite near future, on the branches linden. But to his chagrin, he found people to install a window between it and them, the frustration of not being able to romp in his role as hunter. 
great weekend Be careful
Snow extended his white coat
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