Once upon a time there was a wall living on the very edge of my palms. It was not by any means a cold, disturbing and violent wall; although inexplicably large and insurmountable, it lived its joyful days being kind and colourful. When someone crossed his paths, it started to amiably persuade the human being to either turn back or remain there by telling wonderful stories. At times, it felt quite lonely, although his kind nature helped him make many friends.
And so, for many this was as far as they went. There was simply nothing they could do about it. The wall was impenetrable. If destroyed, the story ends.
And still - why couldn't we measure time from wall's last day on?
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A return to formerly enjoyed status or prosperity. Se cade să salutăm vinovăția de a umple acest loc de lucruri triviale care s-a întors din vacanță. <3
