There are some moments in life that you just have to submit to the beauty and keep silent to make most out of it. I'll not even try to tell my day. I agree with T.S. Eliot I think. It's the same damn issue with language. Like he said, “it's impossible to say just what I mean”. This amazing city keeps doing it to me, reminding me that I will awfully regret what I've done soon after I leave it. And I know “leaving New York is never easy”, especially when you know just as amazing people living in it.
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you've got such a flowerlike life over there in NYC, wow :) hope it lasts forever.. l.o.v.e.
ebru ya cok tatlisin. insallah istanbul'da da ayni guzellikte hayatlari paylasiriz yakinda.
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