Thyme from my father's garden...
To rub those leaves between my hands and feel the smell, to imagine summer vegetables...some friends, the sun, a glass of wine, life...
“I am nothing special of this I am sure. I am just a common man with common thoughts. There are no monuments dedicated to me, and my name will soon be forgotten. But I've loved another with all my heart and soul, and to me, that has always been enough.” Nicholas Sparks-The Notebook-
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