Thursday, March 1, 2007


In Zakopane,the ski resort my mother would tell me about,I saw from my hotel the Sleeping Giant mountain.The air is wonderful and the flowers have beautiful colors.My mother loved the lavender color,tones of purple,so I looked at the flowers,which remind me of Chopin,and wished a miracle to happen:
See my mother and father and all the family that I never was able to meet.

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