mount Fuji, skirmish in Caracas and runwaway from Belgian

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this is how cloudly and and  cold days look. waiting for the trees with leaves.

soon. (right?)

ecstasy – gone fast – click on this, don’t regrethow everything startedif you want something happieror funnierand let me include this, too – feels like pj harvey – almost forgot about this one

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zen – cat.

all the time i meet the same gang of cats when i’m going to V.

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cookies ♥

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not morning.

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A.

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U.

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whole pie for myself. because no one else wanted to join me ;D

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jie sako – jie žino.

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the only one exception: the first one of sunny days after many un-sunny days .

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breaking into.

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įs.

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portretinuos.

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opening of the exhibition somewhere in G.

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free food, you know.

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juk sharing is caring.

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when those days with a nice sunset begin ♥

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storm is coming.

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a little one.

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rainbow!

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that feeling when you meet someone who you haven’t see for half of year.

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try this buckwheat tea!

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ką aš tau sakiau.

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easter time.

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learning how to walk slowly.

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again – A.

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after-dinner.

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sunny days are coming. as well as summer. just 43 days left!

linkiu

Little toads

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It’s like standing in the middle of a desert sprinkling water around with a cup (–Murakami)

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Arba:

Smulkiai tarkuotų morkų gatvė

Dvidešimt minučių ant mažos ugnies gatvė

Pupelių alėja

(čia juk nėra išdavystė/autorinių teisių vogimas, ar ne, D?)

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this is the life

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tears with explosions or explosions with tears

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banandėžė

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on the hill with my beloved bala

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when you don’t want to but you are the first one who come

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christmas tree!

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ukulėlinasi

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little paws <3

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and again in this place!

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pagaliau aplankė!

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ačiū!

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paskutinis

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truly

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god’s rays

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somewhere part one

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a river which seperate P from G or G from P

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better life in opposite coast (or not?)

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happy pigs, jesus and music instruments – just three hours out of our way

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because va-click’ink

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never saw it in a daylight (it – all those it)

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like S said: take me a photo with these strange trees

better than Rathaus which is beside

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unexpected (just like always)

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oi

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mornings which are not mornings

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oi part two

kaip čia taip

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the first one last dinner

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fourty minutes maybe

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let’s go to make a breakfast now!

would you like to join?

 *išskrenda*

(ar *iš’šok’oja*?)

(ir vėl kaip sena gera išmintis byloja: neverk kaip smarkiai)