Since yesterday evening the daub roztaczającym be hung outside the window fog. Mother Earth gave her the warmth collected from March into the arms of a cold atmospheric front. It looked as if gave up the ghost years, bringing forth the specter of impending autumn. This is the September vvieczór, half / night, night and morning.
Mists are characteristic of the mysterious places, events and characters. The mysteries discovered is said to lose their magic. In my opinion, this is just the magic of these triggers. Although the true figure out the secrets in spite of their still unexplored. Fog - even though I know how it is created - it is still mysterious. Fog in its structure is the water vapor at least as they write in books. However, somewhere between the flecks of water is a certain lightness? Despite the fact that you walk in a milky cloud still feel the power of nature which does not allow you to see anything beyond the reach of hands. Fog is the secret of seemingly bare. Just like a woman.
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