THE FUNERAL ... LADDER
We were all in the top of the stairs, picking apples, up a leaden sky threatening a persistent rain that clouds your eyes, and the roar of thunder, the trail of light rays, the smell the static .. there are anonymous voices in various languages, the distant lowing of the cows, the smell of grass untouched, and Moning cow that suddenly snap and cumbersome, and the noise of a ladder falls a muffled cry of pain, in what appears to be a dream of many that internalizes our goals and dreams in front of the window only anonymous shadows cross, and the sound of shuffling feet, the lamp light is on for a few seconds, I think I do part of a dream collective shaking his skin, the synergy we attached to the tail of the world in an infinite sequence, when I hear that Linda, tells MALLOF THAT THE DOCTORS JUST GET TO HEAL THE PATIENT.
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