The sidewalk is a long finish. Still, never ending, especially when there is not any in the dark and the farthest point you can not even understand what it is. In my piece of the wall in Ripamonti, cigarette in hand, two points are visible, as opposed to horizontal ones who put themselves in a sentence. By punctuation were, in fact, would be a break between and the other part of a period but they are side by side and they know a lot of "head, the capital letter", as taught in elementary school.
points are in constant motion, albeit quiet running, two waves as they walk side by side, aiming at the same shore, hoping that the wind drag them coast to the same goal. There are heads down towards the ground who wake up in a hurry to fix the sky and there is a whispering in the background and smiles with attached arms that move around the neck. There is much back and healthy. There is a happy friend.
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