`Twas the night before Halloween...
When all through his house...
Not a zombie was stirring...
Not even a mouse...
The treat bags were hung...
By the front door with care...
In hopes the Great Pumpkin...
Soon would appear...
Benedetti siano gli istanti, i millimetri e le ombre delle piccole cose.
// Blessed are the moments, the millimeters and the shadows of little
things. -...
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