Good morning everyone! I hardly got up, had my coffee with my eyes closed, read everything with one eye, listened to these miserly periscopes and... it didn't work. I can't make it, I'm half dead. I will prepare myself better for Boston, there will be many scopes I hope. I don't think that the newest will continue. Have fun, my dear friends. Another three hours of sleep ahead of me so I'll trade these pieces of the show for them. See you, say hello to Robert for me;)
But I don't see And I don't feel But tightly hold up silently My hands before my fading eyes And in my eyes Your smile
I mistook stars reflected in a pond at night for those in the sky.