These
thinks while opening the book " Love blossom in April ," the Light Lushi ,
which have sprung up in bed novels of the burgeoning petals of her
stories . I
love the new life begins , parental love and happiness shndroi pain ...
And she warmth emanating from the rows of the story , I assure you that
everyone loves warmth . Petals
that , although not provide the full contours of flowers belonging (and
thus , are opening buds in progress) , near Hanging invite them to feel
that life abounds in this opening , the drunk from their aroma and , often through tears affirm .... Life is beautiful .Because I used to see yearns would " Waltz with white" would call Etlevës and rightfully Waltz of love .
I say ... come, by placing emphasis on particles " of " , to understand that you come , just come to you. Despite it rains or not . It
is a love that can not be said through telephones, a love that even
more difficult decision makes naturally as the opening of a gonxheje.One
love that makes beautiful and naturally natural tears and husband
George ... It
is human warmth that throng the "seven days " , the story itself is
reminiscent of that ... God created the world in seven days . Because ... created with love ... I had loved the world over today ... honestly author asserts
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