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Under the pitch awning shadow like a rock who is climbing the cliff of memory. |
| In a gloomy night the red half-blood moon descended upon the hill raised dusty faces the silent one sees forms which are never fully formed and sing with fear. Under the pitch awning shadow like a rock who is climbing the cliff of memory and live in ruins clogged in the crevices of the leaves and stabbed. Atambua, 29 August 2021 |