Tuesday, November 17, 2009



PERFECT
MOMENTS

It was somewhere around dusk, last night, when I stood at my window and watched a lonely pine-tree on the mountain ridge about half a mile away from me. Then a small, blinking light appeared at the exact center of the tip of that pine-tree, making it look like a perfect Christmas tree, and I realized that the blinking light was not a star, but a small plane that slowly continued on its way, leaving once again, just a lonely pine-tree on the mountain ridge.
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