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.
Saturday, September 02, 2006
A Saturday walk
Przedpoludniowy spacerek z Iza i wnuczkiem Jay'em zaskoczyl nas nadspodziewanie ladna pogoda. Temperatura 22 stopni i przebijajace sie slonce przywrocilo nam nadzieje, ze lato nie odeszlo jeszcze na dobre w tym roku.
On a Saturday walk with my daughter Isabella and my grandson Jay. Good weather was a nice surprise after many rainy and cloudy days lately.
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