Almost like the intimate feeling of crossing the rainbow, or walking in the rain, or watching your shadow dancing, mounted a blazing maelstrom inside closing his eyes, look for the height needed to fall back and float for a while, or fix the thoughts in images of yesteryear that only pierce our feelings, undeterred resounding [...]

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