Eleven days. Only eleven days ...
Like millions of waves that pass through the same point in the same second, with the speed with which a flock moves its wings in sync with vertigo feel the drops of the waterfall crashing into the cliff. Thus passed the last four years.
And now ... now is the last mile. The wave is coming. The wing is going to start its cycle. Gout and touched the stone.
Is it really possible? What should be delayed when the time is that when the sand would go up, that when the needle should go back, all it does is to break the gears by so fast?
Yes, it is perfectly possible. And that's exactly what happened.
Because the moment of departure is here. The farewells have begun. And although you want to hide the reality of promises of calls and visits, the reality is that from now on, nothing will ever be the same because we will no longer be the same. We are no longer the same.
of no matter how many years on the road, multiple ads, awareness of what was to happen. Eventually, the path is broken. Forgotten. The preparation is cracked and falling apart.
But the pieces are placed and the board in motion. There is only moving to the rhythm of the game.
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