magnetic fields around the old man's garden as he sits there in the open white field, watching in silence how snow falls, row after row in front of him, sedimentation in brain pool, old man is still as i listen, as time stands still and in this mirror i see it move contrary clockwise.i push rewind.*
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intinde picioarele noaptea pe geam ! sa ajungi pe luna sau pe insula lucrurilor mici pierdute inainte de a apuca sa cresti.
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