if i was to go my own way, would i have to pass you by?

uwaga na nisko przelatujące rowery. wro.

 '“Dear God,” she prayed, “let me be something every minute of every hour of my life. let me be gay; let me be sad. let me be cold; let me be warm. let me be hungry…have too much to eat. let me be ragged or well dressed. let me be sincere—be deceitful. let me be truthful; let me be a liar. let me be honorable and let me sin. only let me be something every blessed minute. and when i sleep, let me dream all the time so that not one little piece of living is ever lost.”'
(betty smith - a tree grows in brooklyn)

 black flies.