The crossroad was special, it's the reason why I stopped every month there. in the middle of the row. That night a man walked crestfallen. All of his Medias were supporting him but when the darkness came, he knew his poverty and also misery but he couldn't change. They were his support but they also were who had taken his neck.
The last nights, he collected leaves, it was the only opportunity to see the colors of the life, they spended only black and white realities althought their rainbow dresses would illuminate skies and lands.
Only, those people who know their fanatical followers are happy when they should feel fith columnists in a normal society
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