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Monday, June 3, 2013
The morning pats me to wake up. The winds drift its sting of fresh air into my whole body. I can feel its sweet caress. The sun is about to rise. My story begins.
I washed my face. I have eaten my breakfast, brushed my teeth and then here I am again, sitting in my favorite, small chair, leaning on the table and write, write, write.
This morning entitled me to write even more. There are some things that I want to say. Ideas, one by one comes in my mind and I am so excited to write them down.
My world revolves in writing. This is my life and it is inseparable in me. It is like, it runs in my blood. Now, I read them.
I washed my face. I have eaten my breakfast, brushed my teeth and then here I am again, sitting in my favorite, small chair, leaning on the table and write, write, write.
This morning entitled me to write even more. There are some things that I want to say. Ideas, one by one comes in my mind and I am so excited to write them down.
My world revolves in writing. This is my life and it is inseparable in me. It is like, it runs in my blood. Now, I read them.
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