J Ugandan to be air was slipping in every corner of the junction between illusion and longing. Trying to be water cooling every pore of the skin going slowly sinking between the flight of yesterday and tomorrow absence. earth shaking, feeling how your feet hid between the effect and cause which emanated so much energy. Stoking the fire hid the land, water drowning and air ... air, gave him free rein.
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