The morning sun shines into the room through the crack in the curtains, it is morning in Dunedin to meet my way. Autolodge opened the door, the cool air with birdsong Pumianerlai, I wake up in the morning in Dunedin, unconsciously follow the Dunedin morning gentle sun to feel the city.
The morning sunThe golden sunshine oblique illumination in the Autolodge room. The street opposite is a row of lovely white house, but no one seems to live.
AutolodgeRegular mailLike every kind of each mailbox in front of the house, remember when, that tore open the envelope, see the word as the communication mode has been replaced by e-mail, instant communication software, and sometimes want to pick up the pen to write something, but found on the keyboard flexible knocking finger and sometimes even forget how to write a frequently used words.
Waiting for the mailThat open the mailbox surprise, never realized in computer.
Image & text.The_air
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