...Sunset picnic in the middle of the field, the three of us sipping from vintage porcelain tea cups, sharing delicious cherry pies, telling each other stories of our childhood tricks, fairy dancing and racing across the meadow, burying a secret treasure box of our memories and simply.... dreaming.
...Balancing on a rope bridge and immediately walking the same way back only across the river on silky rocks, laughing and almost falling with each step, writing a bottle message and sending it with the stream in a paper boat. And at last, standing on the tiptoes and looking through the roof window at a hot air ballon making its way through the candy floss clouds ...simply beautiful.
Speaking of river, I have a song to share http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a4QQ7HYYdWw





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