Today, it's beautiful. Time is refreshed, but behind the window, one can not feel these first bits of fall, the show is bathed in light. In a corner, the cat sleeps in his favorite place: under the window, he expected that the first rays come heating with its coat (not the reverse, the cats have their way for them to see things). He knows without doubt that he will soon leave and refuses to watch columns of cartons in the face.
Dear lessees, in a few days, you will be sitting at my place with this strange impression that this apartment is not yet entirely your: it is always like this, a new place to live. Need a little time for to really live it and vanish of themselves last attendance of the inhabitants of before. In fact, I don't know if walls keep track of the passage of those who preceded us. Perhaps everything fades behind a paint stroke.
I will not, be that day to welcome you, but I wanted to let you know that the view from the couch, if you install against the wall of the bottom, left, is always beautiful, including when the time is not, that the walls of this room was lined with joy, especially one where throne the fireplace and that the carpetDespite a task or two here and there, is still with happiness.
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