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PICTURE ... at first I thought so too ...

I went into this house and got bogged down in time ...
Dust…
He spread out before my eyes to the horizon, slowly flowing out of the windows and doors of this house.
How many people lived here and how many died ...
I stood and breathed time, and my legs felt pain and suffering ...
House, ashes and in the doorway a piece of sky, stained with clouds ..

Or maybe it's a tear mixed with death on the face of his former life? ..
I stood quietly and breathed time, which was no longer ...
I stood…
Time slowly but surely rose higher, wrapping up ashes not only my knees, but also my belt, my belly, my chest ...
Time was passing there, beyond the horizon, where I could still see a piece of the sky ... maybe the last meager tear on the faces of crying souls ...

"REFLECTIONS" Grandpa Go

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