One day, all of us that are
friends will separate from each other; we will miss our conversations of
everything and nothing; the dreams that we had. Days will pass by, months,
years, until this contact becomes rare.... One day our children will see our
pictures and ask 'Who are these people?' And we will smile with invisible tears
because a heart is touched with a strong word and you will say: 'IT WAS With
THEM THAT I HAD THE BEST MOMENTS OF MY LIFE" I love you all.
A Beautiful Home
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