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Wesley Tate:
Long silence. No sound, so sight. Plain still hanging. Hearts still pounding. And no sound. Then mom, crying soft. Soft crying. And no sound. Then sofly crying, then moving around the house. Then, no moving. Then sofly crying and stopping. And far off, the freeway can be heard.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 07:18