S lways liked climbing trees. Living in his cabin and wrap your world. Watching the world beneath his feet, was determined to capture it and make it yours. And she tried to look at it without being seen. He heard voices shouting, and never wanted to hear. He fled as fast as he could, but that day, a hurricane made it his own, without more resistance than fear itself.
But that night came a cold sweat at night, woke her, and with a breath in his chest, he heard the creaking of your bones. He realized he could walk again, and decided to climb the tree that was once housed him and illusions of life.
But that night came a cold sweat at night, woke her, and with a breath in his chest, he heard the creaking of your bones. He realized he could walk again, and decided to climb the tree that was once housed him and illusions of life.
S us feet dangling in the wind, the wind and embrace their tree near his childhood ... and learned to do without us. And we, we hardly noticed.
A she always liked S ubirse to Á trees.
A she always liked S ubirse to Á trees.
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