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Cencellada

Cencellada

 

The cold arrives mute to the Duero shore. It soak the air and stops time, like a veil, covering everything.

 

The cold becomes tangible, visible, like particles of mist against the light, I can see it.

 

I breathe in, inhale the air, and the smell of winter fills my chest.

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