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  • There is no element of nature that cannot spark a story, even on my down days. A specific kind of wind you once taught me the name of, the largest messiest rose I've ever seen, a whiff of jasmine on the month of my birthday. The rhino. The snake. The passing shadow of a pair of wings, belonging to the unseen hawk.

    Non c'è elemento della natura che non possa mettere in moto una storia, anche nei miei giorni meno belli. Un particolare tipo di vento di cui una volta mi hai insegnato il nome, la rosa più grossa e arruffata che abbia mai visto, una zaffata di gelsomino nel mese del mio compleanno. Il rinoceronte. Il serpente. L'ombra fuggente di un paio d'ali che appartengono al falco non visto.
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