Samedi, Octobre 29, 2016

I was walking on the edge at night, following my foot, discovering the ground step by step, with the wind and the coming night, gently pushing my back.

My ears were full of sound, walking in my mind and I was walking in my step, by the gently night. Something continuously breathed in my hairs and followed my ground as I was discovering the surrounding air.

Then I surprised myself, silently watching from above the paths to cross, the rivers to travel, the deserts to digs, the rains to be showered by, the stone to sit on. On this though I restart walking on the edge, the dawn in my back and the sunrise still far in the horizon.

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