P0470. For Jeetje

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Someday suddenly, one day … Without any kind of warning beforehand …
In due course, one day, more beautiful than the day before this present …
Yes, really, more beautiful than ever, in the morning far after this – at least prevailing – past …
If the sultry and turbid characterized the weather and softly manipulated …
I see you, together with your stature, oh, the eight blisses, re-enter my world ..
It belongs to the realm of possibilities … Read … Possibly-in the presently prevailing- present day…