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A light snow on the ground. The ones who have passed before us. Something crawls out of the darkness. The soul of a black raven. Beckoning. No joy, no love, no light. Join me. Everything is scattered and moves. Chase the shadow into the empty cemetary. No help from pain. I don't know. The walk. The chick woes on with the face of a chameleon. Changes. Learning. Busy sounds. Who are you?

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