One day three guys were taking a rest on the stairs of a crowded mall... Three shadows among those hollow trees... But if you look closely, bigger things that you are not concerned to know are happening there... Just like a blackened window, awaiting for its turn. When the wind ends its sharpened passage. "I'm so depressive my man". Awaiting for one's call, with no return!
I.B.
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