From outside the wall

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It was the end of April but in the North there is no Spring. It was just me wondering around lonely places. Miles of dusty pahts and old grass. Ancient trees without leaves, as  senile men without teeth. And the silence, the undeniable host of these lands. While I was pacing the meadows, I stumbled into a goat’s skull. I raised my eyes and I noticed a deer, looking at me from the distance.

 

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