I'm Starting To Miss The Lunch Breaks, Am I?

Already Been A Year Isn't It?

On A Barren Field, A Farm I Suppose...

Surrounded With Hills And Roads...

With A Couple Of Wild Dogs...

And A Crippled Dog That Limps It's Way To You For Food...

Looking At You, Hoping That You Will Give Him Some...

Sometimes There's Peacocks...

Sometimes There's Chickens...

Sometimes There's Horses...

And Sometimes There Will Be Cows Or Even Bulls...

Grazing On Greens At The Sides...

They Look At You When You Look At Them...



Imagine Yourself Sitting Under A Shady Tree...

At The Side Of The Flowing Waters...

Together With A Chilling Atmosphere Even Under The Afternoon Sun...

Having Your Lunch With People Whom You Don't Know Well...

But Became Friends After A While...

Body Languages And A Little Spanish Here And There...

HOLA!, The Usual Hello...

COMO ESTA?, How Are You?

Simple Words That Actually Brighten Up Their Day...

To Be Continued...

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Willl The Flowers Bloom?

Will They?