Deserts and river banks...
That which was hidden has finally been unveiled. You walk along the rapids, sometimes on the road, sometimes in the forest-sometimes the current almost carries you along. You have one end of the thread, a beginning to your story-you must reconstruct. Despite yourself, in the continuous sound of the rumbling water and for the length of your restless wandering, you take it upon yourself to reconstruct. Lost in your memories, in the shadow of a mangrove, or on a chance meeting-will you, at last, be able to find your peace?… Expand
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