The wind blows once through my face. Flies dance in squares. Everything would happen the same even without me. But occasionally I am here now. What am I needed to do? Four windows are open, the other eight are kept closed. Look. I am breathing as usual and I am enjoying it. The music moves backwards. Listen. Beautiful. The roots of this tree are placed so deeply underground. I look up. I can't see the top. Invisible squares made by flies. I feel impatient. Strange.The tolls bell so insistentely. I stand here, without knowing what to do.
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