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The Silent War

The sky on top of my head was making its own way through the gigantic clouds, while I was having a cup of coffee through my fragile lips, gazing at the tiny crystals created by the fog of the dawn. The birds flew across my rooftop, fluttering their wings against the wind flying along the beautiful horizon of the ocean, whil...

THE EVENING:

The light behind was fading out into the darkest shadows of the moon, making people realize it's time to leave their desk unfinished for a sunny day in front of them. And a kid is holding a tiny umbrella with his little fingers and his little boots jumping into a puddle in and out, which brought me a broad smile after many ho...