"I always remember this day." Was it a voice within me? .
It was a special day, nothing happened out of the ordinary. Or gray or blue, no rain or sun, a day like so vulgar, and yet I always remember that day, a day of many.
People climbing on the bus, or was on the subway?. Looking
tile street, expecting another sky, another color of sky, a sky of roads and curves in a summer day, the sky on a trip and barefoot.
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