They have some poetry written on the sidewalk in our park, it is a project of the city, and I was reading it out loud as I found it while taking my kid from the kindergarten. It was a nice and emotional love letter from the 19th century, lot of weird stuff you don't hear today. The words winded along the path as I was walking.Are you just talking for yourself, mum? Domík asked.
Yes, yes, I am just murmuring whatever comes to my mind, kid.
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Maybe this will happen to our blogs after we're long dead and gone. They'll become part of public art installations. I like that idea.
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