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&ldquo the ghost,isabel marant; Dad, i,sneaker isabel marant. How are you feeling? ”
“ tooth pain. Can not eat. ”
“ go out to walk? Last night sleep well? ”
you dream every night, the same dream.
don't know how it came to this piece of wilderness. The sky was dark, not a star, do not recognize the four corners of the world. No one can make you feel the light earth village exist. There should be a night insects, grass, listen to, is a silence. You wait, see vibration will not hear a pair of wings, or earthworm abdominal climbed over the grass, No. Night fog cool, try to stretch hand to void a grasping arm, only feel cold.
general plain, as general of forests, forests of blackened ridge in the night sky of ups and downs, and the sky with implications, composition, but today this desert silence so strange, the sound disappeared, lines disappeared, the sky dark, like a hollow bottomless pit. I do not know how much extended range, not how far, this wilderness, is there?
familiar with dark eyes, opened his eyes, saw the dark. So the back view, began to explore his position with the other senses. Open the hairs on the skin, the wind. The wind,stylo mont blanc, really slightly thin. Wind your breathing, upturned cheek. Efforts to shut her eyes tight: wind is blowing in the distance a cornfield, the countless green * hardwood in the wind swinging flip, whirring sound, with the wind wave came,louboutin pas cher? Then the corn field at least and you the same generation with a space, then you at least not without attachment and swing in the nothingness of the atmosphere?
but a dark - Yin cold from the feet clouds float, you will not even step foot out of you strongly felt in a slanted edge,mont blanc, the deep wilderness is not critical, plane extending out but suddenly face down, don't know how I came to be here, and even retreat where, whether behind, doubt, suddenly, feel, in subsidence … …
you a shock, wake up, still with eyes closed, feeling the light stimulation of an eyelid, but sane trance,converse, not think oneself is in where? What a country,mont blanc, which a city, he is in the life of a section of which is twenty years old? Forty years old? What kind of work do you do, with people,louboutin? Start faintly feel,hollister france, right, not far away, should have a river,converse pas cher, is a river, in the town,stylo mont blanc. Slowly you fine-tune your perception, however, he lived more than a river city river, where did that come from?
consciousness, since the distant, distant one point one points back, like a grain of planetesimals from light-years away,hollister, back slowly. Open your eyes, look to the light direction, saw a burglar bars of the window, iron bars and a mango tree, hung above a green mango. A long-tailed birds flit past the window, wings flashing sound you hear, as if he had a voice.
you know.
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