Memory Candle Wording For Baby

! Remember to keep a camera always at hand.

Track 5.
I got there by following an elderly, white-haired, bespectacled Caucasian individuals, intent to carry up the stairs in a series of lengthy and probably very heavy suitcases.

The train is stopped on the tracks, in departure.

A guy with a cell phone glued to ear, leans out the window nervously, worried, at regular intervals. Waiting for someone.

A man drips with sweat, while a pair of white socks peeping from his blue loafers and climbs up to the plump calves. He smokes.

12:20, on Saturday morning. Thousand degrees.

Two girls tanned, very scantily clad, with long hair caught in two indentical and their fluffy bun crammed trolley (vanity, probably) have been dragging on.

A pigeon, without haste, along the yellow line.
Prudente, is careful not to overcome it.

Husband and wife sitting on a bench, biting pieces of bread filled with red tomatoes that threaten to spill, in wrinkled aluminum foil. The man has a long mustache, dark ruthlessly invaded by crumbs.

A man, obviously intrigued by this girl who continues to look around and write, without a moment's rest, walk up and down. She has big eyes, inquisitors.

has a secret.