That call of ambush, the volume of which can only be heard softly, gives birth to itself. The drop of hope seemed exhausted in the face of the strangely emphasised. The defences open, the stand against the find joins the find, broken at its own discretion. The lamentation of guilt beats against that wall, whose impenetrability is a timeless mystery. If the prudence of responsibility is in the mortar's gaze, it draws together, the stones falling into each other. Each one whose vow holds his own faithfulness boasts of the last hour alive, until the storm subsides.
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