October to me and I remove the dust of the shirt with her hand as I say half jokingly and seriously giving a little sad. I clean the white dust meticulously so that there is no sign of him, as if trying to cleanse both the soul. I bite the bullet. October is a month that you create and destroy you, a month with sunny days and the days that herald a cold winter, dark and scary. I was born in October. His fall is harder every year, loses leaves could no longer retrieve or a hundred years on end of spring. In his journey of no return, I steadily at his side, I do I have a return ticket but that does not mean you can not accompany them to the end. I have always love unconditionally the family. Judge it if you want, but make sure you do not hear, because you jump up and you open a channel.
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