Word feel the slumber from inward of itself.

The dream feeding its mind inside sleeping

The talking with its father
" You still young, when you will grow small, i will tell more about to you. "
Remaining sounding in its mind, its two hands holding its head as feeling a headache.

During, a big wind from window, at the opposite side of the door closed, opening the drapes constantly, transforming the room with a good climate of coolness becoming more and more freezing.

The drapes in constant moving.

When from back, word allow itself on dust sheet.

The night covrering the village.

Soon !!!!

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