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Outside The Rift by Barbara Anna Gaiardoni

Outside the clinic, the sun strikes white marble that covers the entire area, while the walls of glass on the right side resemble a shining canyon. Normal people would say that that white marble is warm like the sun, it's radiant like the sun, it's nurturing like the sun.

Instead she just said: “I’d hit the sun if it betrayed me, because my sun is not a normal sun, but a kingdom of spirits and of souls where the moon plays hide and seek behind the clouds and there are only few stars in the sky.”

The doctors say she's going to be fine; for me it's enough that she get up and learn from life.

a couple

of snowflakes...

time passes


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