When dark clouds seem to last there's a foreign light coming from south.
You may think that stones and sand will stay in your way, building a wall of impossibilities... putting weight in your body... making you lose joy and strength...
But suddendly surpise lands in not one, not two but three phonecalls... A new line is drawn, feet walk gently into it, take the chance, feel a soft brise and the trees in the horizon... no regrets!
Obrigado Teix!
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