Разное | 12 мая
Источник: takoekino.pro
She came by a road that was no longer there, descending from a mountain pass that had merged with the extinguished sky. On the soles of her boots was a residue of moisture, like the spray from a stream that had once flowed near the village. Now, there was no water — only parched stones and ribbons of dust. Yet, with every step she took upon the ash-gray snow, droplets fell. They were not water. They were droplets of sound
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