Train. Today. Some kids, some adults, some old men, some very young. I didn't find the pleasure in observing faces of youth, becouse their faces didn't say anything. Much more interesting were faces of kids, with whole life in front of them, or old people- shaped with all they survived and know. Pages of my agenda became blank- it's a sign of free days, of summer, of the end of studies. Why I don't feel the black hole? I feel surprisingly good and calm. Something ends, something begins. I'm looking forward to it!
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