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Under construction II sadness law

law sorrow is like the law of gravity: only break the hummingbirds. Again yesterday that came every afternoon, on time, at six. Weeks that I was not here. But this time he did something unusual: he stopped, gave me two laps around, and one meter in the air brackets, stood staring at me in the eyes. Several seconds was well. We watch as two old familiar silhouettes. Then he walked away. And nothing happens that sometimes delirious. Or I talk. Or I hear sounds in the bedroom, the kitchen. The law of gravity suspends with hummingbirds. If I explain to Master Major Work, kills me. And with reason, asshole. The only thing he asks is stone and cement stone, cement and lime.