The infinite city, showing the principle of light.
The south wind, hot and lazy, pushing the clouds to the north.
On the streets there was more noise than the sound of dust, running on a sidewalk, equine to corner, chasing butterflies fleeing.
The wind took a lot of impatience crystals trembling lanterns.
The very noble and loyal city, was a long ringing of the bells of the cathedral tower.
The sun is new every day.
So he dies so splendidly surrounded by a theatrical device.
Ethan Wells, had not awakened.
The building was just the building and the street alone the street.
He woke only once.
The building was not building and the river was not the river.
It was green meadow, or red flower.
He progressed on the path of ascension.
He reached the top, then the mountain was again mountains and the river was again river, meadow green and red flower.
Awakening is equal to not have woken up.
Although the essential difference of both.
He came up a child playing on a bicycle attracted to the strength of the car.
The principle is quite half.
Every beginning is difficult. a master diver is needed to bring forth the treasures of the fund.
Swim up and down at the same time.
June 2016
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