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I follow vanished paths
in this immense white emptiness the distant suns,no longer warm, slumber in the cold blanket of clouds... with frozen gestures I try to clean my eyebrows bristling with frost as I am sinking into the sharp,biting wind smelling of sea... I remember the long forgotten wounds beneath the skin and hear the murmur of sleep... .... I was about to fall down and give up when, howling in the distance,I heard her, the sea,growling at the stranded ship... I am going home! I ran towards the horizon following the muffled noise and ran... and ran... and ran... that was aeons ago... since then... I've been following vanished paths in this immense white emptiness... as for the sea... it is still out there waiting to be tamed...
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