This is a usual Saturday morning. A bit unusual because it is not sunny at all. People get gloomy now and then, especially on a dark, cloudy day.
Yet I'm in a peaceful mind, dotted with pleasantness coming from nowhere.
Freedom, songs, mailman.
A wish to the future, is just like watching a child in sleep - blissful, full of hope - upon the gazing of the little face.
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