I think I might be getting my breath back. Slowly.
I dream of sitting down in front of a fridge filled with colourful bottles - illuminated, sparkling with beauty - waiting for something to catch up with me.
I ask people for help and I get it. This I will not forget.
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those moments, one can almost believe that life is like Hogwarts: "help will always be given to those who ask for it". take care PP.
Yes, I believe it. Thank you.
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