When Hades let go of the turtle that had fallen into the pothole I couldn't take it anymore and started choking.
The dead worker bee, the queen bee that has been taken away, the burning juniper tree, the empty eyes, the lonely and desperate cry in the empty valley, the cat by the fireplace and the bowl of melting snow, together they build the most real poverty, greed and despair-like loneliness.
I think she was sitting on the hillside watching the neighbors who ruined her peaceful life leave
Perhaps there is only a thin piece of paper between happiness and pain. It is the burning of life and the retreat of loneliness.
Who said there was no pain in her smile as she sat on the top of the mountain and enjoyed the piece of fresh honey she had dug out of the rock wall.
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