by adrien

I can smell his scruffy beard with the sine waves passing through.. Like, sometimes, only sometimes, I wish I was an old man, living his last days near a beautiful lake called Mistral (in honor of my dead dog), with a pipe full of weed, smoking, watching how all my problems vanishes like the smoke.. Under a sunny day, with a few clouds of course, and distant thunders telling me a storm is near… Alone, oldster… but happy :,) Happy I lived long to appreciate the best gift in life, Life itself

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