Yesterday I shoved my face into a handful of dead oak leaves, and smelled and smelled and smelled. I hope it stuck in my chest. I hope it can go back home with me.
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Marcelo // 31 December 2007 at 3:32 pm
Un abrazo grande desde acá, con los deseos de toda la felicidad para vos y tus seres queridos.
Mucho (y aguerrido) cariño.
Alejo, Abril, Mariana y Marcelo