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MY NIGHT BOAT And, to our bitter grief, with a smile and in silence, he died. A gallant gentleman my dad. A never ending source of light, full white, from his deep mediterranean eyes....
read moreSEEDING THE SEED From this height the river looks like a black ribbon with curls and curves leant on the bright sand of the desert, absorbed by the horizon. The eye ball is warmly rolling...
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