She looked at that sky, she needed it after those days, those months, those years.
Her friends will arrive next weeks and she won't reconognize the nice landscapes that some years ago were the shelter where they had slept those days when the river was the unsteady support to their longing for discover their limits.
Would it be a good idea drive them near that small waterfall in my new car?
Althought the cold winter had frozen that space, perhaps those people will arrive to throw themselves
Why?
They have lost the sense of fear and sense of reality. They thought to have crampons but theirs shoes were the dancer's shoes
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