picked randomly

A morning in June (by Tómas Guðmundsson)

A dripping silvery mist,
The rain gleefully falls
On busily growing flowers
Barely out of the ground

Rising out of the rain, a city
Gleaming, just out of the bath,
With parks and streets
Under the smirking sun.

And light rays glitter on the flat-calm sea
Like a glowing memory from winters past.
Who could better, I hardly know,
Oh Lord, than you, make a world like this.

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Here are your 10 calendar dates:

Tuesday, 27 December 1983

Saturday, 17 October 1987

Tuesday, 6 June 1989

Wednesday, 6 January 1993

Sunday, 5 November 1995

Monday, 3 August 1998

Tuesday, 13 April 1999

Saturday, 22 April 2000

Thursday, 31 March 2005

Saturday, 17 January 2009

They were picked randomly out of 9,822 possible dates between Tuesday, 7 December 1982 and Tuesday, 27 October 2009.

Qual a história desses dias?

Por que o tempo parece passar tão depressa ou então não chega nunca?

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(...contudo continua a fluir...)