and smelled that rotten and nauseatingly body who had forgotten his human condition. She'd had the heaven so close that it was harder than ever wait the last hours. Did he be bestial in their common life? Would she have the opportunity to know, another time, her happiness around the lover's arms?
She immediately looked for those sights where the mountains hided rows, rivers and nice valleys. There, she stopped and looked at the smaller manantial where the recent rains had slaked it. She knew that her kayak time had stopped, forever?, not while the Galician kayakist would send those intrepid pictures.
Two hundred meters later, she found out a siphon; because it was smaller than a coin, she thought about that big fish couldn't cross it, five seconds later, she saw it, as twenti years ago, an old friend had showep up from the darkness and dirtiness of a murder tube. She felt that every step would begin a new way and she will only enjoy that she wouldn't be lost her self confidence
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