I woke up and it was grey. Raindrops were falling on grey pavements. Wanted to make me some coffee but it would be grey too. I run to the grey station and caught a train to Sopot. It was two o'clock and the city was grey. I walked down the main street and stopped in front of a shop-window. There was a big box of 20 Woody Allen movies. Grey box. So I headed to the beach and there, 450m inwards the sea it was even more grey. A point of no return when the grey sky touches the grey sea, and makes a grey wall. I have killed a crumb of cookie yesterday. My eyes must have been grey too. Greyness seized the day and suddenly it just got dark...
Roger!Hermanito! You look so cold but so cute! Es como Artica? Me gusta! Que muy gracioso. :* :* :*
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