this week my stinchen turned 28. and this year we will reach 3333 joint days. without you i would be nothing. you teach me the things i don't preside over. be sure, i'm going to look out for you carefully.
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fresh of the morning
day of travel: left stuttgart in the fresh of the morning, reached berlin in the depth of pain..., um, well, in the depth of frost. actually unbelievable, but unfortunately true. to be continued...
goodbye laughter
when it comes to taking farewell of your beloved a nice dinner in intimate togetherness seems to be a suitable approach. for us this is a common ritual: there are a lot of laughters but also a few tears which are mostly smiled away, fortunately.