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Sounds are more muffled, more distant, while my naughty gaze can escape from me and go far away, literally flying all over the roofs of other buildings, enjoying the horizon as it passes between antennas and clothes hanging out to dry in the sun, demurely touching the lives of others.
Gianfranco Vigneri
David Rudder
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Top writer in Poetry. I am a diarist and write poetry to reflect my thoughts.
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