Just a moment, a moment ... I've heard, recognized as the slow tick tick ... the drop that falls from the faucet shut properly, which plays in absolute silence and the memory becomes familiar in strange places, like the beating of the wing of an angelic light when you pass nearby Tap ... You turn your back to watch do not see it, recognize it, feel it, that's life ... like squinting when you can not see the end of the sea ... is life, and then breathe the air and the strong scent of the sea, only a moment, a moment ... the recognition of life.
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