DAY AFTER DAY

Day after Day the cold still bites us, although, in the air, there’s a new light that leaves us hopeful. Now we are polishing our silver and wiping with a soft cloth, on the dust nestled in the parlor, after a wretch year, by Covid, waiting for the return of everyone in love with fine life, with safe stays and new services, in the name of excellence.

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