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so i live in a utopia where tomatoes are not jaded.

see the boy right of my mom? THAT is gypsy vova. if you knew him.... or at least saw him dance... you'd absolutely adore him. Not to mention the boy on the far left Oleg who reminds you every two seconds he loves you. The boy just right of Oleg.... Sasha Kasha I call him. His eyes are as blue as the Ukrainian sky, and his dimples.... nothing can be said to allow you to picture them. Or the girl Masha..... Oy!

These children own my heart.

reality is a metaphor
words can only express so much