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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
AI DHE AJO Ai mori tollumbacen e lehte te fitores, e fryu sa mundi dhe shkoi per ta festuar diku gjetke. Ajo mbeti mes hijeve te humbjes, si midis coperave te thyera, te nje ene qe te bie nga dora. Rrinte e shikonte pike e vrer: e plota e cmuar, qe kthyer ne copeza pavlere. Secila me e rende se vete ena. Nuk i beri asnje qortim vetes, si mesuesja nxeneses per pakujdesi. Shijoi vetem kenaqesine e heshtjes. Kohes se parathyerjes, ia mblodhi copezat e kujtimeve cep me cep, i futi ne diellin e arte te shpirtit dhe shkoi ne pune te vet. 2013
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
AI DHE AJO Ai mori tollumbacen e lehte te fitores, e fryu sa mundi dhe shkoi per ta festuar diku gjetke. Ajo mbeti mes hijeve te humbjes, si midis coperave te thyera, te nje ene qe te bie nga dora. Rrinte e shikonte pike e vrer: e plota e cmuar, qe kthyer ne copeza pavlere. Secila me e rende se vete ena. Nuk i beri asnje qortim vetes, si mesuesja nxeneses per pakujdesi. Shijoi vetem kenaqesine e heshtjes. Kohes se parathyerjes, ia mblodhi copezat e kujtimeve cep me cep, i futi ne diellin e arte te shpirtit dhe shkoi ne pune te vet. 2013