Like this beautiful old oak tree. I take my walks here and watch it all the seasons. But I prefer it in the summer. It is more than 100 years old they told me. You can just imagine all the things that had happened all this years. It probably will stand there after I am dead too.
An here we have my lovely roses, they make my summer, every year. Oh I miss the summer!
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