quinta-feira, 21 de agosto de 2014

Short story 1:

There was a rail track with sand on it, no one could ever tell what it's purpouse, or if,for instance, there's was a onwer to it. The track only stays for few hours a day in sight, and every night, no one could see it anymore. Fades away the same way that appears, in iron and solitude, grey and metal heart appearing only for a few hours every day, nothing more, there's no word, no action, only the presence...

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