Sweep of Days


There should not be enough time in 3 weeks for this much madness to happen. I need to breathe. Yet time also stood still. No meaning to anything, being just a half of a whole. The sun hides when you are not here.

The Magic One returns in two days. Friday we leave for Belgrade. Log off from the world. Freeze time for a good while.


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