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Each visit was giving a part of it again, bringing peace to her like his heart. kronobergsbadet Days from was Friday. Here you love this day would visit. Face will be there with a bunch of flowers to his grave and the soil soaked with rain water. Separation of the hum ear that would give him great sorrow. Whispered that would miss her very much. They would not tell anyone. But he would not hear them. Sweet words coinciding with flowers offered to the beloved one would hear.
He also offers to hear the serenade at each visit. On the one hand he says that love remains faithful, it says that no one else smell the roses were raising their prayers to have everything in one hand while listening to them.
This triple conversation kronobergsbadet lasted a few hours early grave. And then went back home. Her eyes swollen from crying in a way I was returning home. But a peaceful part of the heart was going when he returned home. Because if he finds the severed part in a two-hour heart. Which was complemented with love.
That was Friday and the day would go like that. He remembered well. Loved the man had a clean heart. Had a heart full of love. Do not remember how they put the head on the same pillow for years, had struggled with life in the same trouble. But she had to leave her cage like a bird who flies a day. I did not get his mind that there was not a direction he never forgot. You know when something from the heart gentleman passed, would bring her dinner on the way home under the seat would remain as it is surprised. Said he felt as if his heart life partner.
Yet another day has passed from the honey mind. "He is eating a waffle with butter and honey next morning at breakfast, though what would be nice," kronobergsbadet he had the heart. Returning home in the evening her husband had been amazed at the hands of a few pounds to close honeycomb honey. So much so that he had been Tewafuq are now well accustomed to the feel of her husband from her heart. His heart was no longer surprised her husband from the food, beverage, clothing, or to bring a household. No longer surprised.
The heart of the heart of a human being to live with riveted what a beautiful, magical had a climate. Now if I had stayed there alone. That part was under the most sensitive place soil of your heart. When I would get her hearts. When that love would reach half a heart. And would integrate it in other beautiful people. That made his breakfast. Friday also finished cleaning the house. These days he can have breakfast with dry bread and tea. Pension early because her husband was over several installments. As something that had no food in the kitchen. Oh, a piece of white cheese, though he said the reason I passed a yiyebils two tranches. What would have been nice with tea sighed.
Again remembered the old days. What had until then abundance in their homes. Her husband works for a hand job, would contribute to the budget by selling odds and ends from one side. So hands were always see the money. Cuisines of course the food was full of drinks. In fact, you could even help the poor.
A cheese had the desire to take her how to pull the old days. Were taking much more beautiful days in the past with considerable woven embroidery If you knew that love him. Everything kronobergsbadet that follows the house look, it touches all goods bore traces of it.
Its finally taken, he would not have fingerprints can not delete pork was wearing patent leather shoes also work. When the half-heeled shoes at his door to each entry, and these shoes could remember the time you hand by her smile. "Anyway," he said with a deep sigh and left the house dry and the edges of the age of the head covering eyes ..
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Began to slowly descend the stairs of the house. When the electricity suddenly went out on a floor in. Automatic electric switch with his hand pressed to find procedure. He continued to stroke again lit up the stairs. That was in the last step. I walked kronobergsbadet towards the exit door. Bitterness and joy was traveling in the arm. It was a sad thing to lose him, but a few hours to go to his grave and get into the wave was spreading joy to visit it.
Full door and heard there was a feeling as if a hand as if turning in his head that it was open. Came to him as he desired to look like a place. He turned his head and looked toward the mailbox. Stood on a package kronobergsbadet full of the mailbox. Without the hand walked toward him. Reached down and took the package.
He wondered what in the package. Who had put this package here. I did not know that. I opened the package with trembling hands with excitement. Oh Gracious also what you see! A pattern of white cheese. Both d