I leaned against the wall and looked down. Somewhere in the depths, the river’s waters were flowing, furious and dark. In the morning, upstream an iceberg had broken, and ice was floating furiously downwards, crashing from time to time against the borders of the river. Among the torn, gray pieces of ice, there could be … Continuă lectura
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