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The ground has a little halo, light to the newly corrugated, such as blinking fluffy fragment. His heart quiver, like with a knock.
Two years ago, in the same position, and have a same tinge.
They got married in the booth to cities, open food stand. Daily hard fatigue MBT Tabia, she never complained, only occasionally the tide of dwellings are dark. They rented cabin, narrow darkness, never have a gorgeous sunshine point-blank come in. One day, he smiles to say: "the bread can have, the sunshine also can have." So just as she saw a beam MBT Swala, accurately through the window in the center of the cabin of Noah. She look at it against a beam, the source, was a gold round mirror on the roof. He naughty ground looking at her, and she owes smile 1 flies into his arms.
Though hard, but they then very happy.
Later, he is ill, back pain, spine like rust live. Didn't start the mind, can waist activities more and more difficult. Treatment results is a stiff spine fertilizer, let a person, no absolute treatment and martyrdom splurge illness.
His heart was dark down, to come. She doesn't like, say, you ChuTan forestiers, myself. He felt for her stubborn indignations, and argue with her, she endure. She go out at night busy, daytime take care of him, soon angular circuit. He hated himself about himself and disappointed. He is in anger, for most of the day in bed. She ordered him many activities, he didn't listen. Later charged into a cry, also had become angry, she finally could not support.
"In this case, we back to it." She dejected. That night she didn't ChuTan, the next morning, she says noon fry some dishes, also calculate and the cabin farewell, and then go out to buy food.
He lay in bed, after all is not abandoned the hut, because it has to condense the their dreams and lofty sentiments. He's in bed squirming, saw the halo.
Once the medal round mirror, had long been cat knocked off broke, the beam in the in the mind also already dim. Now he looked at the ground the slow-moving halo, think it is so beautiful and bright eyes misty, tears.
When she came back, he was the house standing, due to illness bow wear waist, odd postures. He is reading the north house roof, as if encounter bright lights, narrow focus on.
"First we don't go, I go to a barber, learn a trade, then back to open a barber shop in town." He said with a smile.
She doesn't seem to believe my ears and grabbed his arm.
Several years later, I sat in a small town in the barbershop, bow-backed barber edge cutting my hair edge the story  MBT Katika. His wife was to customers shampoo, very common one, but let my heart was born respect.
The sun through a glass according to come in, lit up the whole shop.