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Because the wind blew and I no longer could see the things that I used to see. Neither the laughter of the leaves nor  the dance of the rivers. I could see only the light receding from the forest and the  fireflies floating in the sky and my vigorous  inner demons took the  courageous decision to seize the night.

A.C

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