A man comes back to the place where he was born… a streetlight hanging from a stick lighting up the entrance of a village night and day … a book… and the wind, the wind always shrouding it all.
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A man comes back to the place where he was born… a streetlight hanging from a stick lighting up the entrance of a village night and day … a book… and the wind, the wind always shrouding it all.
