Please spring, hot, time for me. In the last days of winter and bad breath I wake up before dawn, holding their breath, throat like sandpaper, an air hunger that fills me with anxiety. I fight for me filled with aerosol, vitamin C, propolis, also waiting to pass this spring and meditating all'otorino visits to determine the intervention that I replace the nasal septum, deviated years ago as a result of a funny race in the pool . Monday's visit to the Botanical Garden has collected the toll, I think, but that's okay. I prepare a hot tub, I think of what to do tonight and prepare a bit 'in suitcase for Sunday.
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