“Our souls are worn down through continuous contact with one another.”
What will you do tomorrow? What was done wrong yesterday. Did I forget something along the way? Put an end to the fret-and forget about what was and is long gone and long ahead. Stick to the moment, revel and enjoy each lasting breath. Each blink of your long spider-lashes. Each swirl of winter's icy wind, every snap snap snap the snow underfoot makes. Love everything (petite ou grande). Toujours aimer beaucoup. Surtout vous.