walked along the way home and the landscape gay tore into a bluish white, dusk. I thought it was nice to be alone at that time, it was nice to feel a little cold on the street, on foot, did not pass anyone, neither a car nor anyone, I only saw the chimney smoking. So quiet, only the snow beneath my feet and whispered something creaking, I thought that John Cage was right when he says that the sounds are music to understand the silence that separates them . Enjoy ..
Andrea
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