The beating heart as love for an RV, I hurry to the streets to find Manini Jeanne Garnier. I padded tumbling into the atmosphere, still full of turmoil "outside", from the bustle of the street, jostling subway, the smell of exhaust systems to find "the lifelong friend of my mom" (I Yori am the daughter).
It tightens hands gently, I stroked her hair.
The TV lights, the computers running on his table with casters, it is "aware" as say Jean-Claude Vandamme. Open the outside world, even if after a visit by a nurse and some painkillers, she was acting a little nap before breakfast.
We have a delicious meal tray, we eat side by side, creamed mushrooms and steak with lentils ...
We talk about anything but mostly everything. From basic
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so strong links that bind his family, his desire to put everything to rest, his bursts of creativity, poetry, and music too.
is sweet to be near her.
Time is suspended.
We are two tightrope above the empty ...
Eric's family has arrived in Latvia and tomorrow will be a big day because it will see all the little world, her husband, son and stepdaughter and discover the second granddaughter was born just almost.
I'm going retrouner mine. fed the heart, knowing that these moments are rare and precious and that nothing and nobody can rob me.
Eve
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