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The wind groans

And he lifts ... not his hands, his hands were already burned half ... He raises the sky, now it is like living. Trembles and breathes. Somewhere in it, the sea flutters inside, but still clouds higher. A huge light sky.

The heart that was beating .. faced, gold .. in the chest is the sun caught by a raised sky. It beats in it like a fish in the networks of a fisherman-man.

(And instead of gaze - dust. It is directed in a new time, only covers what will happen once.)

- ... Yes, and yet - a rocking chair. It must be.

- And wooden horses?

The shadows on the walls are completely calm down, and he falls asleep again.

Patterns with thin white lines, like a scattering Putin network of small cracks. These patterns at the bottom of the high sea in the easily raised sky. The wind no longer groans. He reconciled with a new guise, only occasionally recalls how great it was to run, starting from the ground, and how the sun played hide and seek behind his hands, and then, tired, hid in the depths of the eyes.