Indian summer in September…so bittersweet… It reminds me of a pinch of salt in a freshly cut wound – still open, still here and burning. Burning because it has always been too short. Because it has passed once again and because I want to believe summer is never supposed to end…
Yeah let us forget the warm summer night are over for a while and let us remember that now starts the most wonderful colored part of the year – and the trees have many more colors than all the beach babes and beach lions – ehh I miss summer a little bit too, not coz the missing beach lions… π π π
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I had the feeling you might be more into beach babes than beach lions π
Fall colours are beautiful and I do enjoy them, yet they bring a touch of sadness along sooner or later. Especially when the vividness is gone and there’ re just many shades of grey left.
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Never learn to see what women do find interesting when we men are half or three quarter nakeed… π π π
Agree about fall, the first part of fall is the best… π
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Especially if the woman is Halle Berry π
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Hey I didn’t mentioning half or three quarter nakeed women at all – I clearly understand why we men look at them – Halle Berry too… π π π
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If only summer would never end huh? beautiful photo π
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One can only wish… π
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Indeed one can π
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I have the feeling you are not talking only about summer here? π what an emotional post, Ese…
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Thank you, Alexandra. It’s fair to say autumn always brings along nostalgia for me, with a pinch of sadness – even if life is ok. Probably it’s just me but maybe something in the air π You know – hopelessness of romantics π
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