Up the road or down, sometimes further afield, often not for long, we're out most days.
Sometimes it really is better like that, isn't it, sweet Lucy?
Beauty is an ecstasy; it is as simple as hunger. There is really nothing to be said about it. It is like the perfume of a rose: you can smell it and that is all.Have a nice day and keep a song in your heart. Best regards, Lee.
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