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It rains outside the houses with roofs.
It got dark. Over Chishinew there’s a big dark cloud, just enough for me to get my nose stuck outside the window. The linden tree grew up another floor and I know this is not its limit. Its leaves never met humility, we met humility every moment of our lives. The humility, a meat eater plant eating in there everything is small and weak, then close herself, and start trembling I wanted to cut it off, but it was so beautiful When in opened, calmly The metallic petals around. The ones getting out had their lips dry and no clothes on, but their nakedness was not enough. Outside my room it’s raining heavily. It sounds like a fountain, except that’s larger and higher
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