Dawn has already scattered the light but yet just the glimpse could be seen in the windows, gently caressing dreamy eyes.
This day, like the previous one, was rather cold and the wind was biting tirelessly the faces of those who had started their day early. Is it another day like yesterday or quite a new one it is still not possible to know. Maybe just some very old, long-forgotten day dawned on us once again.
If so, then all of us must be ready for it and judge that day as it is. In the same way, it once judged us a long time ago, turning into the night.
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Publié sur e-Stories.org sur 18.09.2019.