We stood on a suspension bridge and I looked at the raging stream somewhere far below. One era has already ended, another has not yet begun. Space and the swinging bridge merged into one, painfully giving birth to the future already looming on the horizon, and the stormy river in the canyon sang its long song. The wind ruffled my hair, I thought about men and love.
Vintage
Dreams about the past
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