The most important things are the hardest things to say. They are the things you get ashamed of, because words make them smaller. When they were in your head they were limitless; but when they come out they seem to be no bigger than normal things. It's hard and painful for you to talk about these things...and then people just look at you strangely. They haven't understood what you've said at all, or why you almost cried while you were saying it.
Monday, December 26, 2005
The sea
Although there is a winter time now, I hope you don't mind if I publish a couple of my photos from the last summer. This is probably my way to survive that boring, windy and cloudy period of the year. By the way, I've never said that my blog is going to be "normal" so please enjoy these beautiful sights and try to imagine the sound of the sea-waves and the sea-gulls chattering loudly.
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