He mutinied by the hair on the face ... dreams, now seemed almost real fade and fast just three decades passed before him, no lights and no shadows ... the road was paved, a journey without return, a train that could not descend. Memories poured his light baggage dropped the ballast of emotions and new steps took off his shoes from the sun, breathed deep to fill life and finally decided to keep walking and keep doing Aque ment did best ago r.
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