Arrived jailer of the wind, no addition, but a gust captive as a cap, which aérerait cramps most perverse, the young man inventing a role infinity: the liberator- pullout. Took home the morning and the cruel waters on either side of the lock, born to love, forced the world to be close and désenlacées the morning seemed exondes happiness spent hours .. . The wind, guilty considerable, which catches the nocturnal jail (hair pulling, head thrown : Obvious escape) had not shaken the subject proud, caring, and dreaming of miter gates. Thus, entertainment and shops, and a purple love singing as the foundation of the building constantly transmitting to leave his cell, its basement (the young guard's face) were filled. The wind was dreaming of a prison love, from which the heights of which he could day and night, season after season, overhang and see its bearer and guardian, fall asleep and wake up wrapped in the warm mist and mottled Friend - transhumance dreams, myalgia sequined, fine lines outstanding, complementary eyes, ages, bodies and forces, stable squared loves - he dreamed of a beautiful strong, solid for thousands of years. He felt very close to the dream.
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a moment he thought of Maddie, whose cadaverous odor, newly released, shackle and offset the loss of an unbreakable link to any panopticism. Maddie is a cousin of the wind.
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