Daughter of the Mountain
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I grabbed the key he didn’t want to give me. I went inside
to tidy his room which smelled of cypress, manliness
and bee wax. I opened the window, shook off his blankets;
the wind and the sunshine got inside, pushed me two steps
over; I put his shirt on my chest to go and wash it. His
violin and his shotgun were hanging on the wall. Since
then one pass of the bow breaks my heart and I have two
shots on my left cheek, aren’t they visible? Since then
he hasn’t talked to me as if I saw him naked. However,
his dog recognizes me from the smell, follows me from
two meters away, then leaves me, what can it say?
It doesn’t pander it.
There are tall plane trees in both sides of the road.
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