In front of her I stop, I wonder what to do
,
rest in doubt,
I look I see the cold, motionless, closed , I still watch the
I'm afraid I do not want to see what
the drive, trying to understand what lies beyond
guess the best,
audibility is ask for me,
more property continues
my imagination, I decided, I approach shooting,
reached out toward it, feel cold, the wind's hand instinctively
I walk away going back yet another step
turning around from behind I walk away saying
the opening tomorrow .......
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