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…And if tomorrow you will walk on a cool beach, in the orange light of a summer sunset and wondering you will observe the sand shifted by your slow steps …lean forward and listen to what it has to tell you…
It will tell you about million of lives who have stepped on it, about the sighs of lovers mixed with the sweet undertow in the tepid glare of a midnight fire, about alert mothers and vociferous children…
It will tell you about yourself and about what of yourself you have left on it …like the temporary footprint still left …until the sea will erase it …until the time will have enough of the eternal succession of so much humanity …
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