This is a short (and true) story about 'the books'. The books were in the house when we moved in. Some of us couldn’t read them because we didn’t know German. Some of us (like me) couldn’t read them because were too young to know how to read anything at all. But all of us respected books, and so we put them on a shelf with our own books. ('next picture' to continue)
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Imagen subida por Merryann el Jul 29, 2015.